The King

A king I was

So long ago

The majesty

Was i

A throne I had

Of purest gold

My castles

Met the sky

As time came running

I grew scared

Of growing

Sick and old

I sold my friends

I sold my life

To worship my own gold

One day my castles

Cracked the sky

The clouds came tumbling down

I was counting

On my throne

My throne crashed

To the ground

The End

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