This is a songfic I was inspired to write after reading Gamegirl27's A Walk in the Dark; a Nightmare before Christmas story. It was amazing, and I recommend reading it. You'd don't have to read that to read this thing, though; it's just that some of it is kinda based off of her story. This is dedicated to her, by the way. Enjoy, Gamegirl!

Viva La Vida

written by Coldplay

Try to guess which character in NBC this song describes. ;)

I used to rule the world,

Seas would rise when I gave the word,

now in the mornings I sleep alone,

Sweep the streets I used to own,

I had everything. Freedom. Loyalty. Trust. The entire of Halloween Town was in the palm of my hand; the Other world feared me. For fifty years, I could do whatever I wanted and the townspeople would revere me...even if what I told them I did wasn't the full truth.

I used to roll the dice,

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing,

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key,

Next the walls were closed on me

and I discovered that my castle stands

On pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I chuckled. That bag of bones...he had taken it from me, and I had lost my life; for the second time. I remembered when I had saw him in the Other world; handsome, and quite mischievous. I envied him and his family.

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

The Pumpkin King. That was what they had called me. Ruler of Halloween Town. The title had seemed so small then, for I had craved more power. I started to not only frighten my victims on Halloween night, I had started torture as well; I remembered that night I had pounced him, rolled his numbers and revealed to him his fate. Murderer, he called me. I had no reply.

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

for my head on a silver plate

just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I had lied. I had lied to my fans, my loyal subjects. And to what end? I could still hear the drums pounding as I was carted out of my kingdom, into oblivion. All because of Jack. That useless play toy. I would never forget the looks on my subjects' faces as they saw me charged guilty for my wrongdoings; it had been pure and utter disgust.

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I swore that I would be back. I swore to him that he hadn't seen the last of me.

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

Vengeance. Too strong a word for what I was feeling. What I was looking for...

Revenge.

Please review! Have you guessed?