Poetry: The Fallen King
Lost everything he owned
His kingdom taken, gone
The war, his enemies won
What's left of his dignity, meager
On his feet he staggered
Day by day getting weaker
Is he looking for his tomb?
The cruel darkness loomed
Merciless, just like a bomb
His heart's not feeling well
He wondered if anyone can tell
How he dropped into hell
With a snap he had everything
But now look at him--he has nothing
Slowly, he's soul started breaking
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