No more the prince
On the hill
Over paradise
Peering out
Peerless
But vision
Was imprecise
Short-sighted somewhat
Naive perhaps even
Believing no influence
Waned in the region
No reason to think
Nor the proof to suspect
Usurpation awaited
And I would be left
But a pauper
A peasant
Cast out
From my castle
My kingdom
Comes under
Some treacherous vassal