In his midst

Walking in the hall
Of The King
The ruling monarch
That rules them all
The lord that lords above us all
The one that runs this kingdom whole
Into the ground, he'll run it
Digging his hole
Among us he walks all proud
In his midst traitors can be found
Left and right
Doing wrong and right
Trying to consume his soul
Trying to seduce him to do their bidding
Paying him exuberant amounts of money
Copious information flowing
When you ask the man inside the court
Inside the hall we see
The King yelling aimlessly
"Go and fetch the wine, servant!"
"Bring the cups for our guests, servant!"
"Tell the truth and do not lie, servant!"
"Tell me how my wife died, servant!"
The servant simply nods, and whispers
"The truth is, m'lord"
"She was stabbed in the back"
"By her lover, the man she lay with"
"I swore an oath not to tell, but my oath is to you."
"Tell me, m'lord, what shall I do?"
The King growls, stomps on the ground
That was the last nail in his coffin
Driven insane and mad
The woman he "loved" lay with another
How could that be at hand?
How could his sanity be finally had?
He laughed maniacally
Embraced his agony
And cast a spell that brought the plague
Yelled and told his people he will kill them all
Unless the man with whom his wife has laid
Is produced at his court
With shackles around his knees
His arms are to be presented
Alongside his manhood in a chest
As a grafted grotesque
To be hung from the walls
As a warning to them all
That The King rules all!
And all shall bow to his majesty
Or have they forgotten how
He became The King
Have they forgotten what
He did to earn his keep
Some stories roam through the air
Despite his best attempts to trample them
They tell the novelty strange tale
Of a man who was a mercenary
Earning his money through murder
A mage so powerful people feared him
A conquest to "unify"
A throne atop thousands of dead
A throne atop which he'll surely die
An end that is well deserved
A lullaby that's sung across the halls
And in the bedrooms of those oppressed
That one day, The King might not rule them all
That one day, the traitors in his midst
Will win, he'll die
Of a broken heart consumed
A hundred knives in his back
That his successor won't be shrewd
An upstanding King for once
A man of The People!
A person to rule us well
Such a tale never really ends
For each King that succeeds, is a man of the people
And each King is seduced by the powers at play
Each King must be worthy of ruling
Through the body count of those he has slain
So beware who you choose to rule you
Beware your own Kings
If they are born in luxury
To them, you're nothing
Just a mere subject with feet
No consciousness or sentience
A tool for their desires
If you're lucky, they'll forget you
And get another imp
Impotence is they're middle name
As they set ablaze their fires
Laughing, as if it's a game
The Kings that need be retired
One to rule them all
The One chosen above
All lies, I'm afraid
Now I must run
For the Kingsguard are seeking me
And The Kingdom "hates" my words
So I must find a place to hide
Until I can prove my worth
I leave you with a smile
And a warning that one day
I'll bring my sword here to "unify"
Make sure to keep out of my way