Poem

War For The Throne

A great, wise king,

Was on death's brink,

When he thought of,

His position on throne atop.

He told his eldest son to take the throne,

To be wise and not to make it prone,

The son gladly agreed to that,

And allowed the last wish to pass.

The king's death was unfortunate,

For the empire and his sons fate,

He had three sons who,

Made the empire askew.

A war was to be held,

To get the throne and was felt,

Two sons will be dead,

After the war's fatal end.

The war had started,

And it was a bloodshed,

Three sons with three armies,

For the throne, all three craving.

As it was predicted,

Two sons were on death's bed,

While the eldest of the brothers,

Ascended the throne further.

War always has a terrifying end,

With people killed and only bloodshed,

Peace and harmony can make miracles,

So be peaceful and never be despicable.