Black silk veils the kings
Under prestige and pride they walk across the broken lands of their people
Coated with bloodstained gold for crowns
And a soft echo wakes in every step they take, never truly waking the villagers nearby
As they walk past their burning kingdoms they hold their heads above all others
For that is the life of a king.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
Black silk veils the kings
Under prestige and pride they walk across the broken lands of their people
Coated with bloodstained gold for crowns
And a soft echo wakes in every step they take, never truly waking the villagers nearby
As they walk past their burning kingdoms they hold their heads above all others
For that is the life of a king.
