I am king of nothing
But still a master indeed

Like a craftman carves his work
I am the epitome
Of my own ghastly misery,
I and I alone am master of this fate.

The weight of my kingdom
Difficult to bear
Is the marker of my making,

And while I lay alone here
Surrounded by my kingsmen
I cannot help but laugh,
That shrill sound
Of nothing but despair -