Two Kings, Two Queens.

Upon a hill, beyond the sea
There lies a grave beknownst to thee.
It's weathered rock dark'ned with time,
And upon it, a single written rhyme.

Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here
Remember there is naught to fear.
Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee
For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee.

A King here sits, his head bowed low,
His features lined with tears of woe
Thinking of a time so long ago
Of treachery that forced a Land so low

Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here
Remember there is naught to fear
Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee
For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee.

A brother dead, a heart in grief
Tales of poverty, and a thief
A sister's heart in jealous rage
The King's eyes in grief forever aged

Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here
Remember there is naught to fear
Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee
For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee.

Another now sits, head in prayer
Eyes raise to her brother's stare
Infinite hope within her young heart
As she waits, for the eulogy to start

Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here
Remember there is naught to fear
Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee
For revenge shall turn tenfold unto thee.

A second queen approaches near
The younger tenses in quiet fear
A flash of steel as blade and neck meet:
The brute queen falls to her young brother's feet.

Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here
Remember there is naught to fear
Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee
For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee.

The king stands; the penance is paid
Far from the grave, the second queen is laid
A life of hatred; her last, final curse
She is finally taken on a single drawn hearse.

Upon a hill, beyond the sea
There is a grave beknownst to thee
A simple hope, and a treasured past;
A Golden King put to rest at last.

Rejoice, rejoice, all those who kneel hereā€¦
For in these eyes there is naught to fear.

Author's N:
It's been a long time since I wrote any poetry of any kind, and this came to me whilst I was in the middle of writing something completely different. Of course, criticisms are much appreciated, as are general comments, as always! It might be worth noting that I was writing this and listening to Enya's O Come, O Come, Emmanuel at the same time, which seems to be one of my favourite pieces of music at the moment.