I once was a king of great might,
Royalty granted of this murderous knight.
I had land and treasures by the score,
Most acquired valiantly in war.
I traveled to corners far and near,
“Destroy” my battle cry people would hear.
Capturing fortune and women from every village,
First killing or wounding those who challenge my pillage.
One evening I sat with my queen, my wife,
She alone sought to correct my life.
“Lord!” She said, “Why must you waste others,
Killing, tormenting, and hurting your brothers!
Please, cease your dangerous and misguided evil,
Someday you will be judged for unholy upheavals.”
But as surely as one wall cannot speak to another,
Those words went in one ear and out the other.
“My wife,” I said lying, “I’ll heed your advice.”
Yet, like the Arctic in the winter my heart remained as cold as ice.
“For now, I must sleep since it’s late,
Morning promises I ride to a troublesome date.”
A man of bitterness where kindness is a foreign entity,
I knew sunrise to rid my life of a bothersome enemy.
With the arrival of the new day at the breaking of dawn,
The servants found the queen’s head from her body to be gone!
My armies rode out to a distant untested town,
Burning, stomping, and overwhelming the ground.
I finished the rampage leaving my group,
To give my new possession a singular swoop.
Beholding upon a beautiful girl by a stream,
I grabbed her and she released a mountainous scream.
I, a hateful creature, began to hit her with my hand,
Until from the woods I heard, “STOP!!” as a command.
I replied, “You dare defy me! You are less than a bother!”
This pretend royalty did not know I was addressing the girl’s father.
He approached from the forest these words he said,
“I know you and I know your blood is red.
I know you have tortured people through fear,
I’ve viewed your devastation both far and near.
And God is a good God so you best pray well,
Certainly your soul will today rot in Hell!”
Battle prepared my sword was drawn quick,
But before confronting me the girl’s father acquired a stick.
The woodsman skills with weapons was more than coincidental,
His art was martial with blessings oriental.
Great was crashes and clashing of bodies,
Neither of us desired to be the fallen oddity.
But as the day faded to a death calling color,
The victory belonged to this man, one of my dead queen’s brothers.
The forces I had led soon filled with dread,
In the stream that day they found my body longing its head.
When one place Morals aside to battle and pride,
Such should happen with care from deep inside.
A measurement of fear is a trying trick,
And he who marries the sword will be divorced from life by piercing sticks.
Heed these words and embrace your fate,
Grace and forgiveness helped me pass through the gates.