Two distinct men were fighting a war/ one for himself, the other his family poor/ though on different battlefields they started their campaighn/one fought with grace, the other a hungry flame/ one fought with words that numbered more than a thousand/ the other fought and felled many a man/ the first with his words quickly gained power/ the other while fighting his wraith did shower/ the first at first ruled nicely and fair/ slowly he realized he just did not care/ he grew happy, rich, and fat all the while/ the bodies of the poor started to pile/ he thought he was safe from the peasants demands/ until his cup they got in their hands/ the other walked home saddened and maimed/ the battle he lost of which he was ashamed/ he chose to flee because he was afraid/ now more so of the people he betrayed/ he walked through the town gate and was shocked to see/ the poisnoned leader staked to the tree/ the two warriors path came to a close/ one ended in death the other in woes.