The Tyrant

I. The Castle

On the turrets
Of the castle
The spirit manifests
I inquire, "What is it you
Seek?"
As all the 
Fires
Are doused
"Follow me,
For I will
Be your 
Guide"
The spirit 
Replies

We wind
Our way
Through
To the dungeon
Where six men
Are hung
They haven't
Bathed in 
An an aeon
And smell
Of their
Own dung
And urine
"Who are
They?"
I express
While the 
Spirit
Suggests
"They are
Six kings,
From six
Different
Lands;
They've been
Imprisoned here
And tormented
By the tytant
Who seeks
To rule
Over all."

II. The Six Kings

One of the
Imprisoned
Kings summons
As I draw near
"It's up to you,"
He barely 
Whispers
"To free us
And restore
Our kingdoms
To the glory
They once were
For only you
Can see the
Spirit of justice
Set us free
From the tyrant
...'
The king faints,
And As I go, 
I ask where
To start.
"Slay the tyrant,"
The spirit exptesses
"For you were
Called and you
Were chosen
For just such
A task.

III. The Armory

"I need armour
And some weapons."
I inquire of the ghost,
"Where am I to find them?"
The spirit stiffens
His hand and 
Slaps my face hard.
"Where are such
Items stored?"
he asks 
"The armory,"
I respond
"Can you guide 
Me there?"
"You've lived
Here for 20 years
And still you know
Not how to navigate
The halls of this 
Castel?"
The spirit again
Slaps me, harder
Than the last.
"You do that 
Again, and 
I'll kick your
Spiritual ass,"
I state.
He laughs.
"Follow me,
Young prince.
Your father
Is the tyrant, 
As you know,
For none other
Could so cruel be,
He's blinded you
To any wisdom
An you're dull 
Of mind.
Yet a warrior 
You shall be
For the time
Has come
For you to 
Understand
And follow
Me to a 
New destiny
As king."
So we 
Go back up
And the armory
Is in sight.

IV. Arming for Battle

"You need but 
One sword,
One sheild, and 
One suit of armor
Take not more 
Than you need,
For too much
Will weigh you
Down." the spirit
intones
And thusly I take
A sword and 
Sheild, as on 
The suit of 
Armour I put
The sword is heavy, 
As is the sheild, but 
The spirit says I'm
Ready, and I'm 
More than willing
To do combat
With my father.

V. The Tyrant

At father's door,
I bang aloud.
"Father, I must 
Speak with you."
I state, "
Father opens 
The door.
And laughs when
He sees me.
Why are you
All duded up,
My son?"
"To restore
The righteous 
To rule, and 
End your tyranny!"
Father laughs again.
"In that?"
He then quickly 
Swings his sword,
For which I was 
Not prepared, and 
Wounds me gravely.
"To  the dungeon 
With this infidel!"
he exclaims.
So they haul 
Me off to the dungeon,
Where now there
Are imprisoned
6 kings and a 
Foolhardy prince.
Who hallucinates
Spirits and hears
Voices.
Among other 
Things.

The End