A hundred years- 

That's how long it took 

A hundred years of slow poison

A hundred years of draining the king

The people of the kingdom were no immortals

But they were no short-lived mortals either

They lived for thousands of years

And in that a Hundred years meant nothing

The King was weakened bit by bit

The court was dismantled piece by piece

All it took for the glorious kingdom to fall

Was a hundred years

And the suffering for the fall

Has been endured for a hundred years now

All through these years

The One-man who has brought the down fall

Glowed in his animalistic glory

His smirk revealing all his crimes

The blood on his hands was too much

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A hundred years

The kingdom writhed in pain

A hundred years

It screamed in agony

The prophecy was long forgotten

The prophecy of the Broken Warrior and the Fallen Paladin~