Monday, February 25, 2013

A Cephalopod's Tale: The Death of a King

"The king was my father, and a good king
or so that is what the realm thought of him,
but for years he had really done nothing
but engage in his occasional whim.

"The things that they they thought great were my doing
I ruled for many years in his shadows.
I simply could not go onward knowing
that more power and the throne were so close.

"My father grew more senile with each day,
by the end not aware that he was king.
I did it to rule more than end his pain,
but I told myself it was the right thing.

"In the first years of my rule I was sure,
but each day now I feel more a monster."

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