The Fall of the Gilded City

In the deepest void there lay a city wrapped in gold
Where the strong were selling worlds, the weak were to be sold
Precious metals glinted like a beacon in the night
And kept the crumbling bricks below hidden out of sight

In the city's gleam there loomed a warship drawing near
Illuminating solemn verses carved upon its side
A lust for retribution blinded all who sailed within
Craving blood and victory and vengeance long denied

All eaten up by ego and by greed
Fought fire with fire with hunger hard to sate
Not even as a king will you be free
You've risen to become the thing you hate

All eaten up by ego and by greed
Fought fire with fire till all in ashes lies
Not even as a king will you be free
You've risen to become what you despise

The ramparts and the gilded gates took little time to fall
Thin tinsel could not hold together crumbling, rotting walls
The streets were flooded with the blood – rejoice and sing
The King was dead. Long live the King