Free was the king.
His people marched into the void of demise. Only he remained.
His throne. Stained.
His mind. Gone.
Free was the king.
His people marched into the void of demise. Only he remained.
His throne. Stained.
His mind. Gone.
As the flames grew higher, higher still,
The King sat,
No people to protect,
No land to till.
The mad king sits,
his fury, stagnating
anger boiling over in an inferno of rage
deadly.... mace hits*?
*Im sorry but I am no poet lol
Long rest the mind, for now it is gone.
The body to forever serve as a wrath, for his mind is now gone.
Till the earth re-calm what is no-one's to own, for the people are gone.
Lo a song is sung, for now it is gone.