The Dethroned Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The cringing doubts that in his mind were strewn,
Erode what's left of his diminished pride,
All the resolve to fight faded and soon,
As fallen, his soul grimaces inside;
The tolling bells bewail his ebbing days,
The same that pealed in erstwhile revelry
When lauding victories of yesterdays,
While glories yet were in full heraldry;
But laurels now turned strangers to his head,
A specter naught remained of his great deeds,
And if to gallows all these struggles lead,
His grave, he hopes, would be a boon to weeds;
……And from the stage where now his story ends,
……His foes looked nicer than his supposed friends.