A lone king
Sits on his throne
In the crumbling castle
He once called home

The crown on his head
No more than gold
Can't bring back
The life that he sold

He sold it for power
And lost it to greed
He focused on the want
And not on the need

His people were poor
His nobles were fat
He did not see the mess
On which his throne sat

He started many a war
The greed drove him mad
It was easy to tell
His kingdoms condition was sad

It all fell apart
Others invaded
But to funding the army
He would not be persuaded

Now here he sits
On a crumbling throne
Both his body and heart
Surrounded only by stone