I’ll remember the empire that I let go of now,
I used to play the game, but I’m just running out of ground,
I’ll remember flying; soon I will be crying,
And in the spirit of life, the mist was quickly dying,
Many pennies I had spent, in the time I lost,
Trying to rule and trying to find; so many men I did accost.
For, on my life, I felt that this was the way to thrive,
I didn’t think it’d end, before I’d end my life.
And many lessons learnt can’t make up for pain that’s felt-
It seems as though my heart is way due for a melt.
I’d see it in the underworld, whilst clinging to my sanity,
It looks as though this world is bad; the empire is not for me.