Alone in his kindom he wept
Moon lit nights he barely slept
Pacing the halls he never dreamt
His bride, his queen an untimely death

Trapped in the kindom with a ghost
Madly looking at the ivory coast
Cruel intentions set into our host
The outcome of cancer Diagnosed

Her memory to others was jaded
Even the tombstone was faded
This wasn't the life he thought he created
Depression quickly invaded

Up at the castles tallest tower
was our kings final hour
Without his queen he had lost all power
The rope tightens quickly as the last tombstone reads "to my beloved wildflower".