Tyrant

I, Tyrant.
Terrorizer of what is good, pure, and full of light.
Plague to those who know me and doom to those who don't.
Burner of crops that feed life and destroyer of life that grows crops.

A, walnut.
Tactful servant of the walnut tree, birds, and squirrel like.
Fruit to those who would eat it and doom to those who might be allergic.
Seed to future Walnut trees and seed to it's self from it's future as a Walnut tree.

The irony.
A tyrant shadows the lands from above, below, and under the sea.
Pillaging all that there is and leaving none for the weak.
Amidst all of this the young Walnut does sleep and grow with destiny upon it.

An end.
The tyrant nears the peak of his reign, his terror, his rank.
Taking to a group of traders on route and falling hard upon them like a bird that cannot fly.
The mighty Walnut falls from it's place and hits the tyrant in the back of the head.