[ WP ] He wielded Death , and the crowd loved him .

Round in circles a man will go, 
 
 To turn the shrine into an empty blight, 
 
 A fiery flame or a daring knight, 
 
 He who is brave would be smited, 
 
 The reaper and his sword cut down the trillions, 
 
 A man would go to the depths of hell to gain his freedom, 
 
 Murder or mayhem would be for nought, 
 
 Senseless became sensible for it was undue longing, 
 
 The victor was praised of heroic stoicism, 
 
 The loser damned to the stone and fields, 
 
 The reaper waited with glee and longing, 
 
 A man came home in laurels and wreaths, 
 
 For he took life with just his senses, 
 
 Adored by the reaper, 
 
 The King would sigh, 
 
 This man, this man, would take over my Fiefdom.
