The King's Loyalist Poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal

The night bestowed drought, death and trials.
A noble man of royalty, exhaled his final.
Of men of lower caste, stand normal but astounded.
Their feeble minds knew not, that they are ultimately grounded.

For the flight of their empire, reached it's epic descent.
And the road to more power stand broken and bent.
The death of a man, that granted superiority among others.
Is rewarded by death by the grandiose Eternal Lover.

The giver and taker of life and of everything known,
Has betrayed the empire, that has unselfishly shown;
That killing in the name of Him, is for him, and him alone.
Then his wondrous name, contains no wonder if he willingly steps on what we have sown.

Of the work of our king, we know not what it's fate is,
For He, who took life, The Death Bringer, locked our kingdom in stasis.
But long after our coming destruction, we will continue to shout and sing;
‘Long live the King, long live the KING, Long live OUR ONLY KING.'