The death of Ahab:

The bread and water of affliction
Payment for the truth be told
A lying spirit of peace and safety
Yet destruction shall your bosom hold.

A disguise for your self preservation
Shall beget your own lamentation.
A deception blinding only yourself

The arrow pierces both body and soul
The pain brings a strong dose of reality
An attempt to flee the battle
Proves to be vanity of vanities.

Pulling your hand away
You find it full of blood
Torment in the evening tide
As death approaches like a flood.