Kingdoms tumble daily. But why is my fall now? I've ruled for so little, yet my rule is strong. I thought it was happy, this kingdom of mine, and I it's ruler sat back and smiled. I spent money, spent time, and showed great patience, but how come I see all of this has been wasted? My kingdoms not happy and it's all my fault. I should have seen it coming, I showed have showed some strength, I should go there and take my throne back.. But here I am, in the woods in the rain, with all of the other kinds who's reins have come to an end. I soon must watch a new king be crowned. I can not fight, I can not struggle, I must sit here and watch as my work turns to rubble. With each passing day, and each chilly night. I sit alone on my log. With my eyes open wide, while a new king steps in, and the inside of me dies