A lonely king sits upon his throne.
A kingdom that once flourished, now barren and alone.
The crown upon his head now cracked and worn.
Not as shiny as the day hope was reborn.
The throne next to him still shiny and new.
For the queen that changed his world view.
Around him lies destruction from what he had done.
He fought in wars that could never be won.
His castle remains a prison for himself.
Waiting for the day when death presents itself.
"What happened" he asked as he realized his time had come.
Didn't he know that a kingdom mustn't be a house but a home?
