Stone cold, he sits in silence
Long he waits, without a conscience
Like a statue, he resembles stone
All alone, he sits on his throne
In the darkness, he fights for truth
But there are others, who would steal his youth
Hidden in shadows, with intensity of fire
With cloaks and daggers, they build the pyre
They take his soul, and his wisdom
They take his heart, and his kingdom
They burn his house, and his children
They kill his family, and tear down his heaven
In the castle, there is naught but darkness
As all is laid to ruin, by the heartless
All he had known, is but a broken promise
As those he trusted, kill with madness
As the kingdom falls into civil war
She wonders what she was fighting for
A man hidden behind a cloak of sadness
Or a kingdom of lies for the hopeless
She finds him sitting, like a statue
Ever the same, words untrue
No words spoken, for she knew
His life was taken, in the coup
She finds her children, under sheets of red
They had been caught, within the bloodshed
The kingdom built, on all but lies
Led to it’s destruction, and demise
For he alone, sat upon the throne
Like a statue, he resembled stone
He was cold, had no heart
And he was the first to be torn apart