Fallen Kingdom
The castle is torn apart.
Its tower flag lowered.
I hear shouts and cries
of frightened women and children.
I see stampede
of confused soldiers and royals.
I perceive the fresh smell,
of blood and smoke.
I felt the ground shake
as horses galloped here and there.
As arrows soared in the air,
bodies fell atop bodies.
And there came the knight
staggering out from the burning castle
clutching tightly the golden crown.
I knew without being told;
there has been a regicide.
Falling on his knees,
he muttered;
‘Olympus has fallen’.
