...and I can feel no more.

I fall to the ground at the tip of your blade,
This blade stained with my royal crimson blood,
I look towards your once bright eyes,
Searching for the friendship we once had,
Only to find them clouded by the darkness.

Why so cold?
Why only talk through the steel in your hand?
You act as if you don’t know me,
Why the sword when they prefer the barrel?

I feel the cold metal against my neck,
I save my words.
Your heavy boots bash into my side
Breaking ribs and killing my country.

Still you say nothing
But this isn’t you anymore
You are just as I am! I yell
But I receive no words still
This only rewards me with a burning punch across my face
I am forced into the dirt by your boot
It slowly forces down on my spine.

I look around me, this place so familiar,
This was where we played
This was where we were friends
All of us, innocent children.
I close my eyes, our playgrounds of Europe so green and peaceful.

But reality comes as I open my eyes
War, the bloody and useless war
I should have stopped mine long ago…
The hills bombed out
The green grass now bright crimson
A tear escapes my eye as you press your weight harder.

I twist my head back to look at you, France, one of my greatest friends
Did you draw the short straw? I ask
Or is this your revenge for what others did?
These are met with reassuring force to my ribs.

I cough my own blood
Feeling the metallic taste on my tongue
I am forced onto my back
Facing up into your eyes
Watching your sword raise over your shoulder
Seeing that tear fall from your eye and hearing your words.

I hereby announce that the Kingdom of Prussia is no more.

And I feel the blade slice through my throat…