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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