A Collection of Poems I've Written

The Murdered Boy

There was a boy 

and he was dead. 

The sheets on his bed 

were tainted red, 

at least that's what they said. 

The full story, it's unknown 

the seeds of lies were planted and grown. 

The truth is gone. 

The boy couldn't live on. 

What happened that night? 

Did he put up a fight? 

Or was he too weak? 

Either way, our future is bleak. 

"Murder," they say, 

so what really happened on that day? 

The clouds cover the sun 

the killer knows that he has won. 

The rain starts to pour. 

The boy has lost this war. 

A prince soon to be king 

is now buried wearing the hierloom ring. 

What happened is truly a disgrace. 

Now the uncle must take his place. 

The poor, young Prince. 

The blood off his hands the killer will rinse. 

The boy full of trust, 

the uncle filled with lust, 

a family's bond. 

The truth has finally dawned. 

The uncle was caught leaving his room 

and leading the prince to his doom. 

The crazy quest for power 

your soul it will surely devour. 

Take heed 

of those filled with greed. 

The uncle killed the kid. 

No, really. He did. 

Proof, you ask? 

That is quite a simple task. 

The uncle wanted it all 

no matter who would fall. 

He was a devious man 

this was all his plan. 

He comitted more than one sin 

to ensure that he would win. 

But will he pay the price? 

His soul would surely suffice. 

It was all of his will 

that he made the plan to kill. 

Are you aware of what I just told? 

Now I must watch the story unfold. 

I've got a question, need an answer 

wonder infects me like a cancer. 

Why did he 

kill me?