Tyrant

The creature crowning the chain,
grows fat feeding on weaker prey.
Their influence grows and fear
takes hold of the court of this king.

Yet their reach far exceeds their grasp.
They fuck and kill and eat and sleep,
Hunting to gorge and gorging to hunt,
Until their kingdom is not but scraps.

Love does not hold capital in their heart,
when all they do is bare their teeth.
Their gaze goes far beyond their border,
Insatiable hunger demands sacrifice.

Blood drowns the line of the king,
and fire purges their presence clean.
Now nothing left but bones and dust,
the legacy of a past long dead.