Hung, Drawn & Quartered.

Since you are King
And I
this captive entity remains
as insignificant as March in June,
as lost as fallen raindrops in the sea.
Your force is as when day erases night
and thus your will decides my destiny.

Since you are King
And I
this body fit to entertain
in pieces,
if we're to be precise,
displayed at every corner of your land.
What revelry will mark the ritual
that sees the death of Freedom at your hand?