The Tyrant

Ghosts fade in the wind

Savage beast with human skin


Sing and rejoice

As the king makes his choice


Children muted by fate

Bruises taint their small gait


Shadows play a cruel game

In a world without any shame


Dig a small grave

It is not for the brave


It's a tiny retreat

Let's call it a cheat


Fade in the wind

As the tyrant chooses once again

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