Oh King

I am not the kings concubine

Though I plung his precious sword into my throat

And fashion red dye for his white cloak

 

Didn't I dance so prettily

Causing every fiber of your being to celebrate

What you wold later bid to consummate

 

Oh king Oh king

I sang your opera

Oh king Oh king

I danced just for you

Yet in the end you betrayed me

I alone seem to have lost everything

 

All men have their spheres of action

Mine has fallen with no satisfaction

Drifting I have nowhere to rest

Beaten still I refuse to confess

 

Line me up oh king

Shoot me down oh king

I will take my punishment

For it is the opera I have always loved

And not king

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy and find something in my works to relate with.

Reviews

[INSURGENT*76]

this is outstanding ... like the end alot , it seems like the truth.