The King

I know nothing of money and power,

I was born under an open sky.

Beaten like an animal in the prison tower,

Thrown into a dungeon to die.


The angels laughed and the demons wailed,

I fought my way through hell.

Rivers of fire and oceans of hate I sailed,

Eyes dancing as Satan fell.


I was a great king once and was loved by all,

Flowers and gold at my feet.

But now they mourn and await my fall,

For they have no foe to beat.


The blade of the dagger, the poisoned wine,

I dream of nothing but pain.

The priest chants with his arcane sign,

But his efforts die in vain.


With gods I dined and dragons I fought,

My valor knew no bounds.

With heroes I trained and by sages was taught,

To guard the blood soaked grounds.


I have lost my strength and am past my prime,

The days of glory gone.

I sit on my throne and bide my time,

For death to blow his horn.


But come for me and you come for a fight,

See my broadsword sing!

Fail and this is your final night,

For I am still your king!