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scars of battles past cover his face,
as his son looks on to their king's palace,
the guards hold him down while the son looks on,
a swing of the sword cutting through as his father is gone,
blood paints the floor as the son is next to die,
he looks at the other people showing he will not cry,
joining with his father in a world beyond the living,
as the guards look down on him ignorantly unforgiving,
another sword is raised prepared to cut away his head,
waiting for this moment fills him with impatient dread,
what will become of him when life is no longer to learn,
knowing all things painful and loving while candles burn,
the thoughts race through him giving strength to his will,
as the sword swings he builds up the courage to kill,
moving out of the way while the guards lose their grip,
his quick thinking avoids the hands while feet push to trip,
the sword is taken then swung to kill the executioner fast,
taking down the guards then turning his head to the king last,
more guards arrive while he throws the sword straight,
push it through the air with a lasting build up of exhausting hate,
stabbing the king through the chest perfect and clean,
as the guards cannot believe what they witnessed at the scene,
looking at his father noticing the sword poking through,
from behind one of the guards killed the son too.