His followers began to persecute, till then he was lonely
None of his allies ready to catch the sharp sword
They are only good when the king is the lord
Their loyalty starts and ends only in a single word
They bind unity in a brittle cord
He was in grief while loosing his crown
Facing at the mirror he feels frown
Now the king becomes a Ludicrous clown
His indescribable throne easily thrown
One thing is good the queen is at his side
Ready to love him and find castle as a guide
The queen is the source of power when time he cant take a ride
Queen of all goddes whom restored the kings pride
photo owned by: Eugene de torres
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