A tale to tell.
A dozen statues carved of stone
All together, yet each stands alone,
Mysts creep in at the witching hour
Light shines not from the watchmans tower.
The first tells the tale
Of a warrior brave
Who always fought evil
But hit an early grave.
The second stands a maiden fair
The great warriors betrothed
She died lonely, of a wounded heart
Forgot her vows, unbound from her oath.
The third is a small child
With pale blue eyes and flaxen hair
Leapt from a cliff, body torn upon the rocks
As Mother and Father weren’t there.
The fourth is a stranger
A mystery to all
He poisoned the warrior
The cause of his final fall
The fifth is a merchant
Round and fat with greed
He sold the stranger the poisonous plant
But, in the end, paid for that deed
The sixth forms a man
Strong, noble and proud
A brother to the warrior man
The following he did vow.
“To he who killed my kin
Let death be thine escape.
For should my grip fall upon thee
It is deaths hand you wish you could take.”
A priest stands in the seventh place
Forgiving the brothers deeds
Of torture and mainimg and killing the two
Who killed the warrior in greeed.
A bishop watches the other statues
Standing high in platform eight.
Not condoning the actions of the priest
He put his head to the slate.
A jester sits at number nine
His face filled with dark glee
He lied to the king about the Bishops act
Bringing death unto him swiftly
The Queen is the tenth and outraged she was
At the jesters pathetic plea.
She ordered himdead for betraying the bishop
But he always smiled maniacly.
The King’s advisor is the eleventh statue
And saw this as an opportunity
To get rid of the queen, and he did, and she’s dead
The advisor did not die happily.
The King is the last, who started all this
It dates back in history
The warrior, his son who refused the throne
In exchange for honour and glory
Vengance was his plan and was executed well
As the stranger killed his prey
But the series of events unbeknownst to him
Came quickly falling his way
His wife and jester, the priest and bishop
All dead because of him.
The stranger the merchant the wife and the boy
All dead, because of his whim.
The king plunged his dagger
Deep in the heart of his chest
He hope in time, they will all forgive him
And he will finally be able to rest.
But until that day, the statues will stand
A solid reminder of the past
Vengance is a game that no one should play
This lesson, will forever last.
