How the King Was Eclipsed
Just need the proper sacrifice
In the castle knights gathered
Tending steeds tired, lathered
When a most peculiar sight ‘twas beheld
Had triumphant soldiery actually failed?
In countryside and villages
Even hordes ceased their pillages
Peasants gawked at the clouds
Dropping the yokes and their plows
Forgetting about bailing hay
As above, old Sol turned away
Blackness crept over bright day star
Creeping near edge to far
A hush fell over the world
Prayers and insults were hurled
At a deity so obviously pissed
Monks wonder, what have we missed?
‘Twas dark in the light
Populace had a fright
Sun black midday, right?!
It’s a sign from above
Start to panic, grovel, shove
Our God us no longer love
Doom shall follow
Our fate so hollow
Cry, scream, weep, wail
We beg reprieve, we’ll not again fail
Lovers grabbed their men or ladies
Intent to screw a’fore meeting Hades
Haters threw rocks and jabbed with pitchforks
Inflicting agony with whatever works
Many just huddled, crying, gnashing teeth
Just one more chance for us here neath
Upon his throne King sat with heavy crown
Upon his face the Royal frown
As a mob stormed the castle gates
Certain He was the cause of their fates
Knights scrambled to and fro
Armor clanking, swords aglow
Torches were lit at noon
Their fiery ambient light a great boon
Thatch roofs were set ablaze
Smoke shrouded village in shimmery haze
Bodies littered cobbled street
For carters to dispose of like rancid meat
Doors to throne room boomed, shook, cracked
As log rams were applied, now he’s fracked
Roaring mob of ignorant peasants
Brought Royal Justice most unpleasant
When upon highest rampart of castle
Kingly head adorned spike next to his vassal
Light peeped forth to end this hassle
Stones ceased to fly
No one else need this day die
Dropping to knees populace shouted thanks
Knights, lords, ladies closed up ranks
All certain that ‘twas death of old mad king
Made hallelujahs once more ring
Obviously t’was his fault you see
They proclaimed on blended knee
For once more sun shines in heaven above
One must sometimes murder a king to regain God’s love
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (2)
Whoaaaa, so much Havoc going on! Your last line was sooooo powerful!
The build up and then that last line...! Woo that was really good with a <i>"ye olde"</i> feel running straight through it. Once more good sir very well done!