The Leader Poem by Paul Warren

There were bandits in the hills
As those left in town made their deals
The conqueror made it known clear
To help the bandits would cost the town dear

But that didn't stop them fighting the oppressor
And the opposition put the bandits under pressure
Until one day they found a way into the palace grounds
Sneaking into the leader's bedroom without a sound

The leader was woken up with a knife under his chin
He tried to act cool and threatened them wanting to win
But he had underestimated the bandit's plan for the fight
And they slit his throat leaving him dead on his bed that night

They left the town and went back to the hills to wait
Knowing they had struck a blow for the town's fate
And they left a spy in the town to report on the detail
But in disbelief the leader was on his balcony speaking without fail

It was clear that their plan had failed in their attack the night before
Although they had killed the leader then, they didn't know the score
You see he had made a deal with the devil for the power of conquest
And to achieve this he had sold his soul to achieve the rest.

© Paul Warren Poetry