The King left the throne long ago,
To tend to a kingdom in revolution,
His people tired of his rule,
Swarmed the mighty castle,
As a torrent of hands fell upon him,
His screaming for his cavalry, his guards, unheard,
Never Suspecting he may be betrayed,
By the very men, he appointed his guard,
Now he falls to the ground,
A king living amongst the dust,
Writing upon the ground,
A king now,
Rendered a worm,
Without his people,
To name him King.

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