A Foolish Death…

Violent chalice pours greed, ego, and being a fool,

An empire was built, poison he drinks as death looms,

Greasy scavenged hands, he eats like a pig from a trough,

As he drank like a king, blood spattered from a guilty cough.

Silence cracked walls,

Head's churned ghosts,

Fear sounded out to the meadows,

The queen's return?

Pillars of green, cry out an echo.

Whispering peasants murmer distant hope, with sounds of scratching at the castle doors,

Yearning of their rightful lady on the throne and day's of happiness forevermore,

Fog suffocates land of harmony, breathing life into the forest unknown,

Adorned lady in virgin silk, breathes once again and dances to her abode.