Mightily on my throne
here I sit proud and alone
Jewelry made from polished bone
a pauper king as hard as stone

Look at him up there
is he truly aware?
Holding talents so rare
yet he lurks lucid
locked up in his lair

Powerful he has become
he's fasting, forgetting the flair of the sun
He's feared and he's clear
and he knows the unknown
but still he sits alone
forever he sits alone
on his lonely, luxury throne