Dun! Dun! Dun!
The king has returned.
Hail the king!
Hail his prominence!
Hail his existence!
Hail his eminence!
Cower under his dominance.

Hail his mind for being so numb..
Hail his mind for being so delicate..
Hail his body for its brute!
Hail him  for being such a  power-fool..
Hail his mind for all it's weaknesses..

For this is a call,
from one corner to another.
Hails that echo,
inside his mind,
trying to creep unto other.

Hail the king for he is yet to return!
Hail the king for he is yet to roam,
these corners
where these calls exist.