The Cruel Monarch

In shining armor and wrapped from head to toe sparing the neck, The Brave Knight walked the long corridor, all he heard were his own footsteps, all he saw was an empty hall; tonight he would set things right,
He looked out of the window : It was dark while small stars twinkled in the sky, the clouds swayed calmly; The Knight was going to make sure it was The Cruel Monarch's last night.


Strolling down the long hall - silence filled his ears as he adjusted the sword by his hip and strolled down, he stared at the empty chairs and remembered how everyone finally abandoned the monster; he remembered his Demon-like face,
The Knight felt elated; for he was making a change, he was heading a revolution, he was transforming the lives of millions, he was making his own kingdom a better place.


Horrible memories of dead soldiers came crashing back; brave warriors had died because of the ruler's fancies; valiant knights, just like him laid down the lives just for his fancies; his happiness was more valuable than anything,
And he had repaid them with wonderful presents; destroyed homes, lack of shelter, great lives put in jeopardy; misery had been brought by The Evil King.


All the tortured souls; all the just hearts; all the kind hearted men and women reduced to mere dust; all the bad days the kingdom had seen; not anymore, the Knight decided, not anymore,
Standing at the entrance to the courtyard, with pride filling his heart and power filling his soul; The Knight kicked open the door.

Inside, a short path - chairs on either sides which were once occupied by clever ministers were now empty; the carpet had been laid, blood red in colour, illuminated by the moonlight; wind flowed in, carrying with it a little heat,
At the end of the road lay a gigantic throne - clad in pure gold and studded with rubies, on the handles there stood two skulls engraved, the Knight saw The Monarch in the seat.


The Knight looked at The Devil himself - Huge, flowing hair, dressed in a royal robe that covered the entire body, the Monarch sat erect on seeing the Knight, with a straight smile he continued to stare,
Removing the helmet and bowing to the ruler, the Knight said, " Sire, all your life you treated us like scum, we are done serving you, to your death you must lay tomorrow, your body will rot in the gutter and we won't even care."


Clearing his throat, without even changing the emotion on the pale face, the Monarch whispered, "Is this what the people want? Is this what my kingdom has brought me down to? Is this the End ?"
The Knight shouted, "You played with our lives, oh Wicked one, now comes our turn; no more to your wants we attend no more to your whims we fancy, no more to your ways we bend."

Slowly rising from the throne, the King went and stood right in the face of the Brave Knight and said, coldly, "Well, there is one more thing I want; one more message I have to deliver, one more wish before we go ahead",
He took his enormous axe lying by the throne and, lifting it with all his might, swung it across the Knight's neck; the next moment, the brave warrior lay dead.


In shining armor and wrapped around the body everywhere in metal; the Knight's lifeless body lay on the floor as his head fell aside, there was nothing else left to believe for the people; no leader left to forgive,
Wiping his huge bloodaxe clean of the blood of the useless Knight and brushing the dust from his shoulders, The Cruel Monarch sat back on the throne and lay the weapon aside; at least throught the night he would live.
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