A Joyless King

The masses gathered, ears and hearts are open wide
A thief has come in the middle of the night
The heir, the hope, has passed on through the veil
To Death, O' Thief, life stolen from this child
The sad-eyed king retires to his riches and his wares
What worth has gold when tainted by despair?

Gilded walls
Stone & mortar
The years erode and wash away
Your roots exposed

Symptoms of grief and madness they surround
Bodies ailing dying on the ground
The joyless King has locked himself away
His mind a wreck from the years of misery

Your roots have come undone