A/N: A little while back I went through a brief 'Dragonheart' stage. This is the result.
And it's so imaginatively named...
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Einon
There had been a time so long ago, when his heart had once been warm.
Where love had lived and friendship reigned, but that had all been torn.
One little push was all it took and his heart had been pierced for good.
On deaths doorstep, he'd made a promise, but hadn't kept it like he should.
From that day forth, with crown in hand, terror reigned supreme.
Cruel and ruthless with merciless wrath it was tyranny he decreed.
To all those who had done him wrong, he would repay them one by one.
'Death is a release, not a punishment' – but to him murder was fun.
He had no soul, just harsh control. After all, his father had taught him well.
But it was only his death that Einon loved and the inheritance that befell.
A kingdom extending far as the eye could see, majestic ruins to restore.
A punishment befitting revolting peasants, their cries of mercy ignored.
The years rode by and he became colder still, his heart had turned to black.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, not once did he look back.
Twelve years had gone and in no way did he regret that fateful shove.
A cold and empty monster that not even his own mother could love.
He's the root of all their suffering, but the peasants won't rebel.
'A cringing dog's a live one.' Choosing to remain in hell.
They are wise, they know the consequences, once was more than enough.
What fate awaits if they lose again, not even could nightmares measure up.
It almost breaks his teacher to learn that he never had a heart.
Every word a lie, every promise deceit - that's only just the start.
'They were your beliefs, you said the words.' cried the shaken Knight.
'I vomited them up because I couldn't stomach them!' His sword raised to strike.
When the final battle begins, he has the upper hand.
Though the peasants can fight, they will die to make their stand.
But his bride-to-be, old mentor and the last Dragon unite.
Though their King is immortal, his reign will end tonight.
After twelve years, two peasant uprisings have meant a heavy price.
The loss of life immense. Amongst the torment and the strife.
But their victory against tyranny meant the death of a friend.
But Draco lives on, in their hearts, in the stars, until the very end.
Einon's death is different, they're glad to see him gone.
His corpse lies in a bloody pile, now dead where he belongs.
So marks the end of Einon, a Tyrant and a King.
Cruel, merciless and empty, what joy his death does bring.