How many days has it been?
A small crack appears in the stone
As the men besiege the castle,
Swords glinting in the light.

The gates burst open and
An arrow whizzes overhead,
The king crumples by his throne,
And the cheers erupt.

The men and women grab clubs,
Demolishing the golden chair.

The façade crumbles,
The walls come crashing down,
And left in the dark corner,
Lies the tattered crown of the late king.

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