Six kingdoms

Six kingdoms and I have felt need to cry

Smoke clearing, kingdom gone

I gaze on my arm, blood has been drawn

Fall to my knees, hands trembling in fear

Look to my shoulder, a full bandolier

Weapon in hand, munitions at the ready

Around my two feet, six kingdoms stand steady

To point at one is to point at all

For without one, another shall fall

Wipe my brow covered in sweat

To venture fourth, entails regret

Fate unknown, I raise my gun

Shot one bullet, but hit not one

Six kingdoms awake, to a shot rung out

Look upon I, a victim of clout

Surrounded by dreams, of valor and gold

They could not read out, what had been untold

A sacrifice of which is rarely understood

One final attempt, to make some good

Unspoken words of past time’s pain

A death upon which took place in vain

As the cloud of dust fades, all become present

A moment of hush, brought on by a peasant

Simple yet complex in the question of why

This simple man felt the need to die

Words unspoken, yet heard alike

Told of a world constantly filled with society's dislike

Fear and death of the normal function

Unaware of a simple malfunction

Final life’s tear seeps from my empty eye

A gold-filled soul saying good-bye

No longer shackled by the chains of my words

Its meaning can be heard amongst voice of birds

Six kingdoms look up in mash anger

Wanting to push blame, for the death of this stranger

All raise their arms and take sure fire

Each muzzle that flashed spoke of misfire

Six kingdoms and I lay here in ash

Unable to stop a cataclysmic clash

One that shrouds the opinions of all

Six kingdoms and I, have felt need to fall