Once a fair king
Now no longer
Sitting in that throne
Is an imposter
For this reason the land is dieing
Maiden a beauty
Prettier than any queen
Bowing she should not do
For they should bow to her
For this irony the sky is crying
Jokers joke to get a laugh
He is the king of fools
Though he not be one
He is insane all the same
For this reason the wind is howling
Common peasant
Carrying a pheasant
That be a gift to royalty
More noble is he than any other
For this reason the path he walks is simple
Of these four
One not belongs
They hold the heart of gold
And all look up to them
Who be they
Do you know which is you
Do you know which you should be
Do you remember what you once were
Cannot you tell who you be
Cannot you tell who we be
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PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
