Means "false king" in Latin.
A prince became a king today
He smiled disarmingly as the knife slid between his brother's ribs
Settled down next to him as the life ran red between his fingers
And told the gods, I will rise.
He'd been a silver-tongued devil with a smile like an angel
He became an image in gold, a study in contradiction
As the rose petals fell upon him he grinned like the sun
And tore down the fabric of time to rewrite history.
A king became a god today
He took the crown and took even more
Empires fell and the people mourned
And the king told the gods, Fear me.
He bathed in the oils of the divine
And let his back be whipped raw and his blood be spilled upon his kingdom
To grant it fertility, to grant it beauty, to grant it divinity
A realm fit for a god.
But he was the false king of a false kingdom
The lying heir to a throne that was not his
A murderer who smiled as he dared to stare the abyss in the face
Before putting on a crown and falling into it, never to return.