Sad. Little. King,
       sitting on his sad little hill,
all the toy soldiers,
practice their silent battle drill.
Sad
       Little
                King
So he tells me, just a poor little boy,
such as myself,
"Enjoy your life, don't wish for power or wealth,
no young lad, not even for yourself."
I remained silent, hoping for more,
only to be shown, the empty open door.
Sad
      Little
               King
He walks on the grassy hill,
that is his own.
But the sad little king, looked around,
and saw...
he's still alone.