Of Playing Wars in Words

THE CONQUEST

ALL IS NOT AS YOU SEE

Stood tall the kingdom of Phyline,

Housing the girl and the guys

She was a teacher; them a lawyer, a prince;

One survives and two die

The last one standing wins.

Nobody cared she wore a veil

The teacher so graceful, held world beneath her feet,

Enchanting- her dance a magnificent vision's treat

Stealing hearts as she leaped by a beat.

The prince, a known charmer

Kind and sweet, his smile warmer,

Spent hours with her, the music critique he were,

But rumors spread, he was just a lover.

The smart lawyer was a cunning swine

Heap of lies behind his shrewd eyes,

Whenever she exited the stage he would smile,

And the teacher mockingly bowed everytime.

"Your Majesty, we are getting late,"

"You carry ahead, I'll check the mail,"

"Can I do it for you?" the lawyer hoped,

"Fine but don't lose any envelope."

"I know the truth," the lawyer confessed

"What you think might not be all" the prince pressed,

But his suspicions,

Ended up sealing his fate with the negotiations.

Day next he turned up dead,

A suicide note in the room of dread

'Am punishing myself for crimes I spinned,

I cannot handle my sins burden'.

The prince cried, mourned his friend for a week,

And she, too called off her show;

Few nights forward, they were sipping wine

In her bed, languid and slow.

Gulped his drink and finished the glass

"Why did you make him suicide?", the prince asked.

"When did you realize?", she beamed

"I spotted while you ran." Though she grinned

"Unsure about the poisoned mail were you?

Your Majesty, you forget inspecting your posts has always been my due."

"Quite a smart lass, aren't you," he irked

"I presume he realized you were the dancer." she smirked

"No but he was getting closer,

Since the day in my veil I crashed into him

He began searching evidence with great fervor,

I had no choice but to end his whim."

"I wrote the suicide letter to destroy any suspicions."

"And I'm grateful but teacher, your ways don't have any cautions."

Gradually he slid the spiked cookie case,

"Have some", offered he in an innocent pace.

But she didn't need to, the ingenious treat

"You already drank the wine, Your Majesty",

But she had enjoyed the same as him, that wine

"It was rather the glass, not the drink that was poisoned." she smiled.

Ultimately only one held the reigns,

Pulled the strings and led the game,

Her ambitions could not be chained

She basked in power and simultaneous fame.

The kingdom of Phyline has a new queen now,

An epitome of grandeur and awe.

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