The Lost Kingdom

What do you do when the walls have crumbled? The city falls to the army that once battered at its gates. Now a king sits at his throne, Defeated. Not because he's lost the war, Defeated at the thought that even in victory, He would have faced failure. What then for a king? What then for a pauper? What difference in a kingdom if both are governed by those without virtue? What becomes of a castle, house, or shed, When the one inside finds peace too late to break his rest from the bed in which he lays?

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