Lying beneath the dust, hidden in the cryptic past; lay a fable of a mighty king. The chronicles of his injustice and his lust for power,
The pain of finding joy amongst sorrows of anyone who stood in his front; eventually condemning him to his death, the truth he learned in his last hour.
He was given the burden on a young shoulder,guided by instinct he had to extended his arms and protect a small kingdom, doing all the he could
The fountain of his youth turned into a battle to defend, his love turning into ruthless hate as he picked up threads and vowed to be the mightiest ruler that ever stood.
Fights turned into wars, as he conquered lands known and unknown, his might ruling his mind, he became a symbol of evil to his subjects,
Slashing the throat of his wife for adultery, ensuring slavery on peasants for the rest of their dogmatic lives,he truly became poison in all aspects.
Eventually, his eyes met with a nomad in one of the villages, had he truly found love? or was it a mere mirage that would be evanescent when it promised eternity?
The girl was on the verge of bearing his child, until the demons in the king's head filled the lake of love with poison and profanity.
He decided to slay the unborn child, ending the hallucination of love, the girl decided to run away and stay in hiding,
She left behind a prophecy, that the child will return and avenge, and take the life of the ruthless king and in his last breath, will he discover this finding.
The king in rage, tried to hunt them down but in futility to no avail. His blood boiled and he became tyrannical as ever,setting out to conquer the universe,
Injustice spilled out from the waters and land, as He destroyed serenity infiltrating it with profanity. His march forward ,no soul could put in reverse
He banished anyone who stood his way, even the closest who tried to sweeten his poison with love, he became obsessed to rule every land,
His every move had vengeance, ruthless and unjust; the chances of him turning back was grim as days passed into months into years, he turned into ruler he planned.
One fine morning, the visually frail king fell ill with a mystery disease with no cure, and he lay bound to his bed, not even his ego could him the push,
Medicine men were summoned from unknown corners, they tried to drug him into ease, tried every oil and herb, tried every plant and bush.
The king realized that his time had come, and there entered a young sage claiming he had the cure for everything mundane,
The king could barely see, but he could hear well and feel his aura filling the room replacing negativity and regret with a burning flame.
The young sage concluded to the king in private, that the king might have won several wars in his time,
But his battle to win himself was unsuccessful, he had on his head, killing his conscious as the most heinous crime.
The king might have all the precious gems and wealth, but to what extent does it really count?
He could not buy time and rewind it, and cherish moments with the loved ones who were slayed on his account.
The king was conqueror of lands, but not a conqueror of hearts and in the end even he is not the rightful owner of the mother,
His own ego and arrogance were just a mere exoskeleton, inside lay a little child like any one of us who just wished love would enter and smother.
These words pierced through the Kings heart, the young sage pronounced if you never give love you never get love back in return, out of his body came his soul and flew,
The king had left with a little rue, a glimmer of acceptance of his wrong and the prophecy of his end had finally come true.
The pain of finding joy amongst sorrows of anyone who stood in his front; eventually condemning him to his death, the truth he learned in his last hour.
He was given the burden on a young shoulder,guided by instinct he had to extended his arms and protect a small kingdom, doing all the he could
The fountain of his youth turned into a battle to defend, his love turning into ruthless hate as he picked up threads and vowed to be the mightiest ruler that ever stood.
Fights turned into wars, as he conquered lands known and unknown, his might ruling his mind, he became a symbol of evil to his subjects,
Slashing the throat of his wife for adultery, ensuring slavery on peasants for the rest of their dogmatic lives,he truly became poison in all aspects.
Eventually, his eyes met with a nomad in one of the villages, had he truly found love? or was it a mere mirage that would be evanescent when it promised eternity?
The girl was on the verge of bearing his child, until the demons in the king's head filled the lake of love with poison and profanity.
He decided to slay the unborn child, ending the hallucination of love, the girl decided to run away and stay in hiding,
She left behind a prophecy, that the child will return and avenge, and take the life of the ruthless king and in his last breath, will he discover this finding.
The king in rage, tried to hunt them down but in futility to no avail. His blood boiled and he became tyrannical as ever,setting out to conquer the universe,
Injustice spilled out from the waters and land, as He destroyed serenity infiltrating it with profanity. His march forward ,no soul could put in reverse
He banished anyone who stood his way, even the closest who tried to sweeten his poison with love, he became obsessed to rule every land,
His every move had vengeance, ruthless and unjust; the chances of him turning back was grim as days passed into months into years, he turned into ruler he planned.
One fine morning, the visually frail king fell ill with a mystery disease with no cure, and he lay bound to his bed, not even his ego could him the push,
Medicine men were summoned from unknown corners, they tried to drug him into ease, tried every oil and herb, tried every plant and bush.
The king realized that his time had come, and there entered a young sage claiming he had the cure for everything mundane,
The king could barely see, but he could hear well and feel his aura filling the room replacing negativity and regret with a burning flame.
The young sage concluded to the king in private, that the king might have won several wars in his time,
But his battle to win himself was unsuccessful, he had on his head, killing his conscious as the most heinous crime.
The king might have all the precious gems and wealth, but to what extent does it really count?
He could not buy time and rewind it, and cherish moments with the loved ones who were slayed on his account.
The king was conqueror of lands, but not a conqueror of hearts and in the end even he is not the rightful owner of the mother,
His own ego and arrogance were just a mere exoskeleton, inside lay a little child like any one of us who just wished love would enter and smother.
These words pierced through the Kings heart, the young sage pronounced if you never give love you never get love back in return, out of his body came his soul and flew,
The king had left with a little rue, a glimmer of acceptance of his wrong and the prophecy of his end had finally come true.
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