The sun rose on a dismal sight. The people of the kingdom were in disarray and flight. The king's edict was "off with their heads!" The train was leaving town and fear was wide-spread.
From the north he came to buffet the storm, To lessen the flight, and to create a new norm. Much was accomplished during his time. The kingdom was at peace and the population began to climb.
But the sun must set today or tomorrow. For everything cycles like joy and sorrow. The champion of order is mounted to leave To travel west to new opportunities he believes.
And what of the kingdom he leaves behind? Were lessons learned? Is it of one-mind? Can it survive yet another purge? Or do we hear the sounds of an all too familiar dirge?