The King and His Soldiers

The King and His Soldiers.
Frozen, they retreated from the last battle.
The King would die,
and the strongest of the soldiers
would see home.
The King and his soldiers
fought the last lost war
in a snowy, icy land
that remained in the hands of their masters.
They had fought, destroyed, and lost
Europe together.
That had come to an end.
The King's fate was the loneliest.
It was never known whether
his own soldiers shot him.

Did the soldiers take revenge after his death?
Their anger and screams
could not be locked away in a dungeon.
After death, there were no kings, no subjects.
A scream could be heard.
That too fell silent, no one heard.
Death silenced even the loudest voices.

Poets note. Carl XII was swedish king 18th century 

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