Everyday he sits on his throne
unaware and absorbed in himself
overlooking all that was unknown

The riches and remarks
were all he cared for
The spoken words and whispered scandals

He never saw what his subjects could see
his broken children he left to be

His youngest child
cried herself to sleep
wanting and aching
for Daddy's company

His two sons
tried to stay strong
but inside the hurt
for oh so long

His eldest daughter
turned to sharp blades
and flowing rivers
that streamed red

His highness sat
on his velvet throne
overlooking the richest kingdom
but forgetting his own