Dimitri's Last Reign

They said a name could never rule a nation…

They were wrong.

One name remained.

Dimitri.

He walks through the city,

the silence gets loud,

A shadow in black with his head in the clouds.

No crown on his head,

but they know who he is,

When Dimitri speaks, every voice turns to whispers.

He came from the darkness,

he rose from the ground,

Built himself a kingdom without making a sound.

They asked him for mercy,

he looked at the sky,

Then smiled like a king as the whole world went by.

Dimitri, Dimitri,

ruler of the night,

Dimitri, Dimitri,

walking toward the light.

They can run, they can hide,

But his name will never die.

Dimitri

Dictator…

The legend comes alive.

He doesn’t need soldiers,

he doesn’t need gold,

The story of Dimitri is already told.

A million opinions, but only one voice,

The kingdom is silent when Dimitri makes choice.

But deep in his heart there’s a question he hides: “Am I

really a ruler, or just running from pride?” The throne feels so

heavy, the crown isn’t free,

The greatest dictator is fighting himself internally.

Dimitri, Dimitri,

ruler of the night,

Dimitri, Dimitri, searching for the light.

Behind all the power,

Behind all the pride,

There’s only

a person

With nowhere to hide.

They called him dictator… They called him king… But Dimitri knew the

truth. (shhh)

The hardest person to control… was himself.