death of the royal

walking through that long dark corridor.
every step echoes off the walls.
i'm lead by soilder to my fate, to the gallows, to my grave.
I walk through the town center.
Through crowds of screaming angry people.
They throw things, they curse at me.
I'v lead them to poverty.
I'v been selfish.
I walk pass them, my head held high.
These people can not break me.
They shall not win.
I wont give them satisfaction.
I am at the gallow.
My head is placed through the hole.
I stare out to the people and make my last words
"may you all fall without me" i spit on the ground.
The knife is released and my head falls.
All i hear is silence but i know they are cheering.
The animals all of them, they shall fall, they shall pay..... all of them.