I take my seat among fellow kings sitting down into the damp dew
My thighs tingle as the droplets dance upon my skin
Gathering the strength of the water hoping to grow
Gravity draws my frown as I stare at my kin

Looking straight into their hearts, not tall enough for eyes
I long to catch their gaze as a bird longs for its own nest
Far off in the distant the crow perches watching, and cries
I look at it and curse thinking its a laugh, a jest

The sharp sting of rejection lasts two centuries
Why am I too low to sit at the level of Olympus
The need for acceptance grows within me, and festers
I stare off into the distance to ignore the looks so vicious.

Bitterness has set in like the first snow of winter
The coldness is as intense as the fire I lay in at night.
I have had enough and I weep as my body receives the last splinter
Surrender, I surrender this is it I am done with the fight.