Regicide
She'd never once felt as relieved,
And strangely liberated,
When her sword cut through the tyrant's flesh,
Left Lassic lacerated.
…
The quarter simply stood there.
And not a word was spoken.
Staring at their fallen foe,
His grip on Algol broken.
…
Once, he'd been benevolent,
A man wise and just and great.
But looking at his body now,
She could feel naught but hate.
…
She'd seen his reign of terror.
Against Algol's planets three.
Beheld what he'd done to Nero,
Seen how he'd spread his misery.
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She glanced at her companions true,
Friends in whom she could confide.
Wondered if they felt as she,
At committing regicide.
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Perhaps in decades yet to come,
Of this moment, they would sing.
But all that mattered here and now,
Was that she'd killed the tyrant king.