A King's Tale

There lived a King in a land
Soiled with blood and dusty sand
No one singed any joyous verse
In that land haunted by a curse.

The King used to be a slave man
Blamed to be the filth of his clan
One day he grew tired of petty living
Freed a trapped demon and wished to be a King.

So the demon gave him Weapon of the Shades
All but the demon would die touching its blades
And so a new King got the largest throne
A splendid wife and thereafter he was never alone.

But then came the demon, now free
Robbing the King of his happiness and glee
Everyday he wanted a human sacrifice
Not for food just see them suffer their demise.

The King himself would slay each man
Controlling his tears as much as a hangman can
It was not his wish to sacrifice them by his hands
He was only following the demon and his demands.

The demon was big and they were small
So it was easier to lose one over all
But one day the King grew tired
This wasn't the position he had desired.

He took the weapon and got ready for the next
The person under the blades muttered a sacred text
But the King turned, pushed the blade into the beast
The blade vanished, the person went mad with joy to say the least

The demon laughed and said,
"O King, it is now only that
you have brought your slavery to an end
and now you control yourself, my little friend."

" Now you have learned courage and honor
and to stand for your country when danger in upon her.
You knew that I couldn't be killed
Still you tried and your wish is now fulfilled.

" You asked to be a King and now you are
This could not have been done by assasination or war
Politics or just succession never make a King real
It is but a feeling inside, that now you feel."