A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a9 - between 100-150 word poem
After Coup
With a new castle came new worries, new holes
an mouse may find, and sneak through, or a sword
may crack. Or new traitors to cut open a new door
in a still setting wall, amidst the fragile bricks
that would take years to become as rock-hard
as their predecessors…
But they'd knocked down the castle of old
and its king; perhaps it was a fear for naught, that remained
from their earliest times, before power, before might,
before their kingdom…
But still, there were whispers of dissenders from within
and enemies pounding loudly at their door.
There was no time to rest of yet
lest their new palace fell.