Kings

Comes the time...a madness lifts...
Said warborne fog... abated...
Birds of song...their colored life 
They flit and sing above you 

Greener seems the garden..

Maidens wander..here and there..
Courtiers...sweep a bow..
Pages..hostlers..stable hands..
Happy..all..involved 

Tis true 

Pon a time..your ruthless mind..
Invoked a lot of killing 
Glory's greed...for power's need 
Fed by youthful seedlings

Bleeding 

For the cause of..you 

In the day...yes...back aways...
Whilst your shoulders had a head
Strolling in your garden's secrets...
Smiling in the sun..

Sad to say..this is the day...

The insurrection...just begun