Calm he is, in front of his subjects,
In front of those who obey
Those who serve
Those who ****
For him

For he is, their King,
Their lord and master
He is omnipotent
And all powerful.

Surrounded he is, by his wealth
Encompassed by gold and silver
He is drowning
In his own greed.

Hiding he is, within himself
Worried about his title
Consumed by his fear
Of his future usurper

Worried he is, deep inside
About who will conquer him
Will it be his closest friend?
Or his oldest enemy?

He is no gentle King
No peaceful Lord
He has been merciless
To friend and foe alike

He cowers at night,
Unable to sleep,
Thinking that any night
Could be his last

Now in his old age,
With no heir beneath him,
He thinks to himself silently,
What will be my legacy?