The Complete Chronological Works

Keep A Clear Head✔️

The king sits atop his broken thrown

His eyes tired and beard overgrown

He thinks about what he did wrong 

He's not surprised everyone has gone

He won battles and wars

He couldn't stop

He wanted more

And know he was left to mop

Up the remains of those who passed

The only peace was that they were the last

To give up their lives for his unjust cause

His only fear was hell's inevitable jaws

His palace now empty

Though they were once full and plenty

Of what you ask?

Food, nobles, and jesters behinds
masks.

Though jesters were not the only ones to keep hidden

Into a poison apple the king had bitten

His trust in love brought him down

And drug his kingdom to the ground

Because nothing pure comes with power

The more you gain the more it devours

Everything good and light

You won't get it back by winning a fight

Now all our sweet king can do is wish

That he had better judgment on whom he chose to kiss