Tyranny

A story of a tyrant. And how he learned, too late, what he did. "...lest history write itself once more."

Once upon a time, I committed beautiful blasphemy,

But no one cared enough to see, so I packed up my bags and

I left for the grasses, where it might be explained.

 

There, the world seemed mollified, obstinately serene.

Obsequious grasses kissed up to great, green trees,

Hoping to gain favor, and someday become just as tall.

 

To my purpose I was committed, and

For the zeitgeist of the time I seemed quite queer. But intrepid I was

And no one could dare to stop my audacity.

 

To the mundane I brought caustic fervor, and the grasses shrunk away.

The skies turned sanguine; blackened with life and

No longer could the people ignore my presence.

 

They lifted me in ardent admiration, for to them

I was their savior. My wildest dreams I had touched

And peace, smirking, swallowed me. As it had once done the grasses.

 

But no longer could I ignore the whispers in my head,

Ones that told me to wake. They told me to remove that which had bound me

For so long. And, battling, I listened.

 

The world was in shambles, this much I knew. And eyes opened,

I tried to halt. Alas, however, ‘twas too late, and my head fell

Down to the triumphant peoples’ feet.

 

I learned my lesson, I would never do it again.

This life or the next, I would keep my head…and the peace…

Lest history write itself once more.

 

Author's Note

I dunno about some of the phrasing here...what do you think? Critiques are appreciated.

Reviews

[Vannah]

i like it, but i kinda feel bad, i dont know why. maybe for the dude, maybe for the people, maybe for the world...i have mixed emotions about what i feel but i still love. bravo to another great write.