The delicate decades of decadence declined;
My Kingdom of Snowy Falls chipped away.
No forgotten fate for this fugitive;
A polar punishment, shivered in irony.

Stuck in a moment of weakness,
Arrogance and stupidity faded together,
Followed by limping embarrassment.
My frostbitten forearm flared in pain;
One trip and my pride drained away.

I crawled up my frozen throne
And lounged onto my frosty arms
Crafted for this cold king;
The frigid atmosphere revealed the chilling truth.

Bitter betrayal buried under bonds of loyalty,
And all of my servants have fled.
My chipped crown fell to the floor;
Cue the coup d'etat.

The cruel blanket of death hovered over me.
Shivering, squirming and stalling in my seat.
Ensnared by the usurping serpents,
I refused to abdicate my throne.

I tumbled down in defeat.
My arms broken and my pride shattered,
I stumbled back up the arctic surface;
My harbored hatred for the hailing hills grew
As again and again I failed to reach the top.