Gold of Man has fallen for reason
His Swords and Ladies are his trophies
He cares not for blood nor the land
He only values what can fit in his hand

"Worth an eye" He said laying the flowers down on the altar of bodies

"My King why do you mourn these bodies rather than the rich?" Asked one of the soldiers who was confused

"They did not fall to the greed of gold that I once did, They were happy to have just a crumb than go hungry another year. That is all I will say on this matter"

It was time to move on

No reason to shed more Bones for a piece of metal

When metal is gone then what will be traded next?

"My thoughts are of my own but I shall share what I saw during my travels alone. Gold is metal that Created Monsters in the making, But even without gold i could've seen the deeds my weapon has made for me." He stood on top of his throne shouting at the crowd

"A young woman wearing a golden lace robe came to me with a paper! when I took the paper she only bowed to me and left. I still question to myself why she gave me a paper than say anything....I realized it too late"

The crowd quietly listened to their king as his golden crown melted in the fireplace

"You don't need words to plead why you want to live and be remembered, You just leave something valuable to that one person and they'll remember you for a lifetime." He took out the paper from his robe it's whiteness stained with dirt and blood

"I shall read the paper with all of you present! Be my witness as I remember the brave soul, Who instead of crying to live, Died with her family with a brave heart" The note read as follows and shouted it out loud

"Be Not Jealous of what you can't create

Sharing Ideas is what made my Home a beautiful place

Yes, Right now while you are killing us I am writing you a poem

I felt no hostility in your blade when you swung it down

Blood may bathe your beautiful face

But those Green eyes of Battle would always waver when seeing one of us fall

You have a heart of a God

But the Sword of Bones

The armor of Souls

The Horse of Blood

But one thing that will always disappear

Is Your Crown of Gold"

Taking a deep breath for the fifth time this evening he burned his own Flag

"I hold no ownership of these Bodies! May Jesus Smite me for being cruel to others! Gold is not for a King but for the poor"

Kneeling in front of his throne

The Crowd and Guards Followed

Bodies laid at their feet with a single flower on top

A Lily

"You have my Thanks, Golden Lady"
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