as muted colors coming clear
bridges burn and scorched villagers
banter now of similar pillages.
Somewhere deep within the mumbles
a reputation slowly crumbles
while the self proclaimed pillar sways
and drifts to dark for fear of day.
Twisted truths soon come to light
as demons linger long past night
one by one masks leave his face
and so begins the fall from grace.
Courage stripped to cowering fear
while songs of praise replaced by sneers
with sour notes sung way off key
foretell how things to come will be.
And so now ends the tyrants rule
the king becomes his kingdom’s fool.