So softly I wallow for return that will become,
all who have apposed will surrender- forth comes the monarchy I so desire.
Since the age of my time, I searched for it-
only to find a small broken throne.
The throne was scorched and painted of the deepest blue,
it loomed over me and gave its words of approval.
When I accepted the throne as my own-
it consumes me with more.
As the shadows that form behind me take a breath,
the front of me comes to the back-
and when I see the final moments of my certainty,
the shadow has already existed to point of immortality.
I ask for all who will forgive my sacrifice,
forgive my sanity,
and forgive my humanity;
will forget my fallacies
finally,
will I sit and ponder forever,
will I sit with shadow cast on my face,
will I sit and embrace the shadow\'s game,
will sit with my sacrifice of this throne-
for I have become of a king of shadows,
and I have sat on its thrown.