Palace and the Prison
A palace of darkness, a prison of light
A birthday celebration, a tragic night
Herod's desire, a prophet's demise
A dance of deceit, a bloody surprise
The palace rejoiced, the prison mourned
A life was taken, a soul was torn
The floor ran red, with innocent blood
A guilt-ridden gift, a heart of mud
A mother's desire, a daughter's sway
A lesson of revenge, a deadly way
Where do we stand, in this tragic tale?
With the righteous few, or the guilty frail?
Let us choose wisely, let us choose well
For in the end, our choices will tell
Whether we'll stand, in the palace of light
Or fall in the darkness, of endless night.
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