Flash Fiction #7 – The Pious Prince

The Lunatic King 

took umbrage to every venial critic, 

collecting the heads 

of his pundits 

on spikes. 


When he died of food poisoning 

(the food was fine, the poison wasn’t) 

the kingdom celebrated. 

They had been running out of room for heads.


The only tears shed were those of his son, 

The Pious Prince. 

They were not for his father 

but because he knew 

his benevolent reign 

over the creatures of the woods 

had come to an end. 


To his chagrin, 

he had to abdicate his wreath of leaves

for his father’s egregious golden crown.

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