When royalty was reigning
Far and wide
Borders had no meaning
The wealth and power
Bloomed at every corner
Whether one or an army
All those who stood against
Suffered more than just defeat
But one enemy lurked
Behind thick walls and doors
Without raising any eyebrow
Sneaking into hearts and souls
Poisoning them deep within
Turning brother against brother
And so one dark night
Swords kept on clashing
Until the last one stood tall
With wounds on the body
And also in the heart
The blood ran dry at last
And no one was left
To reign the next day
Blog of Hammad Rais 