When the mayor calls( Key to the Ruins pt2)

Funny thing about heroes…

They disappear when the city starts screaming.

But me?

I was already here.

I built my throne in the cracks of the street,

While they were shaking hands, I was sharpening teeth,

They called me the plague, the end, the threat,

Now they dialing my line with regret in their breath.

Mayor on the phone, voice heavy with fear,

Said “The city’s collapsing, I need you here,”

I laughed slow, let the silence sting,

Power tastes sweeter when they beg for it.

I don’t wear a mask, don’t hide my name,

I made this city kneel before I claimed,

Chaos my language, control my art,

I don’t save cities—

I take them apart.

You drew that line, said “good versus bad,”

Now you crossing it, shaking my hand,

Tell me who’s evil when order arrives

From the ones you swore would end your lives?

Now I’m sitting in the mayor’s chair,

Feet on the desk, smoke in the air,

Gave him peace, yeah, at a terrible price,

City still breathing but it ain’t alive.

I don’t need votes, I don’t need trust,

Fear move faster than hope ever does,

They call me villain, I answer proud—

I run this city from the underground.

I turned sirens into lullabies,

Crime went quiet when I opened my eyes,

My soldiers don’t blink, don’t break, don’t fold,

They enforce my will, not laws written old.

I told the mayor, “You keep the face,

I’ll keep the shadows in their place,”

He nodded slow, like he understood,

Power don’t care if you bad or good.

Heroes preach till the cameras fade,

I stay working when the lights decay,

They sleep safe ’cause I said they can,

Funny how monsters protect the land.

Now I’m sitting in the mayor’s chair,

Crown made rust, but it’s still fair,

No elections, no alibis,

Just quiet streets and watchful eyes.

They whisper my name like a prayer and curse,

Say it twice, it only gets worse,

I don’t rule with love, I rule with truth—

This city’s alive ’cause I choose to.

Statue of justice cracking slow,

Blindfold slipped so she finally knows,

Scales don’t matter when fear decides,

Order don’t ask if it’s wrong or right.

Mayor shaking, pen in his hand,

Signed away hope for a structured land,

He saved the people, that’s what he’ll say—

I saved the city…

By owning the pain.

Heroes fall.

Cities burn.

Villains adapt.

And when the world needs saving the most—

They call me first.