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Death is a long time to wait knowing that it will inevitably come. And I could not wait any longer. Your head falls and the people have had their revenge. I am hated as I was once admired. Lies and slander, there's enough of that. So short was the path from glory to the darkest dungeon that it turned me gray. I had nothing but my pride with the people mocking in the background the whole way to the guillotine. I kept it, my pride, and the people had their revenge. Queen Marie Antoinette was executed by guillotine.

The cruel Tsar locked his son in a dungeon. What a weak-minded, willless, depiction of a man, the Tsar thought of his son. The son was afraid, of his father, a great, mighty, giant force of nature. God was his father to him, a God he feared. One day the Tsar appeared in the dungeon. Only the Father returned. Poets note. This poem is about Peter the Great and his son, Aleksei. 

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