He lays on the cold floor of his cell
Staring at the blood-stained walls
From men before him driven mad by the wait
Though he does not fear

Death's scythe will fall
Following the Guillotine's Lead
When time's stunted arm reaches for the skies
Telling his soul the direction to take

Deep in thought
Thinking not of death's grin
But looking into the past
Recalling the wonders that filled the gap
Between the last five sunrises and sunsets

---

Barraged by flashbacks

As the princess' bodygaurd
He had seen it often
But for some reason
On that night
He could take it
No more

The princess sprawled across her bed
Looking like a petal from a sun-deprived flower
Limp and admitting defeat
She drowned herself in tears

He could tell she was
Desperate for something to hold onto
And so he sat next to her
His ears collected stories of pain
While his shoulder collected tears
Each word taking a slash
At the portrait of the prince he thought he knew
Lifted so high in his mind

---

Too the sounds of a cheering crowd
He awakened from his dream
His head locked into a guillotine

As the blade descended
As the wrath of injustice approached
He cracked a smile
His gaze fixated on her in the crowd
He knew he would die
Without regret

A single tear escaped his eyes
He tried to remember a night
A candle-lit room
They were alone
They...








The princess watched
As his head raced the tear to the ground
She turned to the lost cause by her side
And burst into tears

She pounded against her husband's chest
With all that was left of her strength

She tried to remember a night
A candle lit room
They were alone
They were one

Neither of them virgins
But both experiencing something
For the first time

The experience amplified by love
Not consumed by lust
It was too much
Like a wolf under the full moon
She moaned into the night

She couldn't hold it in...
She will never forgive herself

She hates the man she stands before
The country's prince
Not hers

She was never more to him
Than a device by which
A lineage could be continued

She was fifteen
When she was told she was marrying him
He was so rough...
She always knew that love
Was so much more








The king looked at his devestated daughter
Turned to his wife
And understood

Though the king was powerless

to help

What would the people think
If they had let him live?
What would the prince's father think?
Being royalty
Isn't always worth it

Just for a moment
The king showed weakness
It ran down his cheek
And was quickly wiped away









Tears like Dominos
The death of a nobody
Made a king cry

One thing all people share
Is pain

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