Blade of the Deceiver

A dynasty so beautiful, so glorious to behold To gaze upon the lands you’d never see the blight The war raging far beyond the city walls The whispers in shadows of doubt and worry Hushed to silence in secrecy The threat deemed unworthy to challenge the throne Dark deception weaving plots So sinister their takings Razor blade strung tapestries Violent in their makings Blade slips in with poison Like a demon in the dark Gloved hand muffles choking breath And drags the corpse to cover The fast approaching forces of the enemies of the crown All controlled by an unknown faction, a dark hand unseen The king calls together his council, and as he approaches the chamber He is stabbed through the back by the closest of his guards Searing pain and stark confusion Mix within the King He reaches down in horror Pulls back blood on hands and rings To ambitious were his generals To spoiled were his hosts That he should be less valuable living than a ghost