Once roamed a king
Saddened by a thought
from an old battle he lost
Was deep in exhaust
Cause a line someone crossed
Though now he is very great
Can’t let go of this weight
Therefore developed self hate
Felt so small
Despite winning it all
Then passaed by an old man
So joyous
Misery never visited his den
Begged the king if his joy he can borrow
But said the man
Space is too narrow
In your castle of sorrow