Of a Kingdom
My word is law
Far and wide
I walk the streets
With a confident stride
And I am receive respect from all
As the people kneel before me
I wear a crown
Made of Gold
My fingers are laced
With diamonds abroad
I rest in a Chair
So big it should be meant for a God
I drink a wine
Colored that of blood
I enjoy the night more than an Owl
As I enjoy lust
After the sun has been conquered by the moon
I sleep on pillows made of sheep
My life as King is great
But in my dreams I ask myself
When will the time come when I am no longer King?
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