Royalty, dressed in purple and gold
The King of Hearts rested on his throne.
As he aged, betrayed by his FAM,
The ruler of the land knew:
To die with honor
Was to die by his own hand.

At the beach, on the rocks, with sword
Was where he planned
To slowly bleed away
The site of the next wave,
From blue to red,
As oxygen had its way.

But then came strangers
Who seized the day
Servants of the Lord
Rescued him from the grave.

He was given a new personal legend:
Not to die for loved ones,
But to live
In pursuit of eternal life in Heaven.