Trumpilius The King: A Short Story

There once was a king, who ruled these lands,
He even killed a tyrannical king, who ruled the sands,
He was righteous and smart,
Humble and pure of heart,
Sweet and giving,
Nice and forgiving,
His feats and victories heard from horizon to horizon,
His protection had more coverage than Verizon,
He threw gold sacks to every man, woman, and child,
To say he was generous was more than mild,
He plowed fields with the farmers every weekend,
He helped the elderly move at night for their knees were weakened,
Stories his deep soothing voice bellowed to the little ones,
Jokes and pranks he told and performed for the teens to have some fun,
Jewelry and clothes he had hand sewn for every mother,
On Wednesdays he even gave the rule of the kingdom to his
She is humble and not mean!”
“Trumpilius will make us richer than ever before!”
“Hillicus will spread the riches amongst the poor!”
The crowd started to get into a state of unrest,
Many opinions were being screamed at which king or queen will be next,
These screams turned to chairs flying about,
Opinions were being hurled from bleeding mouths,
Trumpilius and Hillicus took a step back,
For each side of the crowd were about to attack,
The soldiers stood in between the monsters about to collide,
But once they were sucked into it, they too died,
Weapons were drawn and blood was spilled,
Even the candidates were beheaded and killed,
After hours of the bludgeoning of skulls,
The fight finally began to dull,
Men, women, children alike,
They all joined in this fight,
The marble floors were stained red,
For no one was left to vote for they were all