Tyrant ruler: Quintains
A tyrant, quite rash and unkind,
Left freedom and joy far behind.
With a boot's heavy press,
Causing utter distress,
Turned bright days to darkness defined.
A fear fell, quite hushed and unseen,
A fist ruled, aggressive and mean.
No change could be sung,
While silence had clung,
The gates slammed, a closing scene.
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