He killed all his rivals
Stood on their corpses
Looked down on his kingdom
Confessed he felt nothing
He looked at the sky
The stars gave their light
The moon grinned right back
All through the night
He stood immortalized
The world was his prize
The girls sang their song
Professing him wise
The jesters danced before him
The servants saw no wrong
He put them to the test
Made them kneel at his behest
Drank wine from the best
The priests gave their blessing
Thus he was blessed
One day his spirit fell into a deep rest
And as he woke up
Felt the knife through his chest