Young soldiers'd ran to and occupied the royal
palace, searching for the king,
The troops, in a frenzy, ransacked the chambers
and opened the doors to ting.
The noble sovereign fell, shedding
royal crimson blood,
By morning, the vassals entered the court,
but there, they bled to flood.
(May,18th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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