The Coup Poem by Lyf Burns

I rake with my gaze
My eyes might end you.
My kingdom thrives
Those chaotic are through.

A fool's errand
A slip of the hand.
My power wasted?
Not without demand.

Missionaries afar
They give the word.
My armies farther
I'll take the world.

'Revolution! '
The people scream!
The end is near!
My madness, their dream!

The militia, they storm!
The evil takes form!
They all cast me out!
They'll move forward without.

I am shunned.
My life has been ruined.
On sight, I'm gunned.
I leave for good.

I rake with my gaze
My eyes might befriend you.
A slip, your blade!
It's done, I'm through.