the king is dead
I know
for it fell to me to end him
with my noose I strangled
until he was gone
I wished him only good
you know
I truly bore no malice
but when the stars align
their circuit complete
each must play his part
and so
done is done
long live the new king
see him glorious
hail his rise
how very alive he seems
and so much to do under the sun
while at night the flickering messengers
are already trekking away
each day his deeds I oversee
rejoicing
each night
my noose and I gaze up at the stars
and wait
for the time when they align
in a call to duty
once again
~