With his options weighed,
He did what any King would do:
He made the execution public.
We witnessed the knife plunge
Into the back of his loyalist
To a chorus of gasps—
Their inhalations of love
Exhaled as hate.
His plan went south—
The product of a fruitless reign.
3 comments:
Loyalty is dead. Enjoy the weekend gentlemen.
"He made the execution public." Great line, bud. The image of a public execution is absolutely perfect for the moment you describe. I wish I thought of it, not to mention the poem as a whole. I have scribbles of thoughts trying to capture The Decision in poetry: my throwaway, Narcissus, was one of them. Yours is far from throwaway. Kudos! Enjoy the weekend, sir.
Yeah, this is awesome. The whole King thing works brilliantly. I hate Lebron. I am thinking that the Heat will finish 3rd in the east.
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