By DURGA PILLAI
Whispers and rumours roam the streets
When the traitor is brought before their knees,
Who had killed a lot of men
And spared no women
Up, stood the King,
Who silenced all with his ring
He asks the traitor, "How do you plead?"
To which, she did not yield
The public watched with bated breath
For the punishment, they knew meant death
As the guards held her down
A woman with a goblet approached in a white gown
She held the goblet to the traitor's throat,
A flash of silver, a crimson coat,
As the traitor's blood spilled on the floor,
For the traitor was no more
The goblet was produced before the King
Who announced for all to sing
As he took a sip of the blood that was spilled
In commemoration of the threat eliminated
People rejoiced, though they showed no remorse
Even as it lay, among them- the corpse
The very same, they'd wanted dead
For her crimes against the kingdom, they said
For much has been unsaid
When the true traitor is I, myself,
The very princess of these sheep
Who seem to have a thirst for forever sleep
As a daughter, I strive to be obedient to my Father
As a princess, I pray the sins of my people don't spread farther
And so, I try to create a heaven in this place
Among the devils that reside in its space
And I watch as my people rejoice
For the corpse who had no choice
For her tongue was cut prior
For my Father who deemed her words undesired
I pray for her innocent soul
For she has played her role
And I watch my people cast a glance
Wondering who will take the next doomed stance