Joshua P. Johnson
Regicide
He stands there, above.
Watching them as they walk,
slow, like a sloth.
Busy, like an ant.
As alive as the morning breeze,
Yet as ungrateful as a human.
She stands there beside him,
Watching him as he rules.
Rules with an iron fist,
Rules with the final word,
With fear.
A dictator in a thriving world.
The world was not always this alive,
It was once dying.
Greed,
Lust,
Gluttony.
A lackluster place where every man, of every faith had embraced, sin.
Mine! Yelled the sinner.
Dead.
Faggot! Yelled the sinner.
Dead.
Die! Yelled the sinner.
Dead.
He stood there looking at the world he created.
Peace,
Tranquility,
Equality.
All at the price he was willing to pay.
He paid with his soul,
He paid with murder and lies.
He paid with every sin he destroyed to brighten our skies.
She was there every step,
She watched his humanity fade away.
She watched him destroy his family for his crusade.
She watched him destroy the entire world for his crusade.
All while showing him love and affection.
Because she knew that as strong as he was, that he was nothing without her.
And he knew it too.
As they lay down, he thought of this feat. Then died in her arms, his mission complete.
A queen so fair, so just and so kind
Could not find peace with her husband alive.
So yes, she did kill him.
Killed by his own kind.
One last lovers embrace,
And a sweet Regicide.