The Kings Castle

Many years of war the King is worn His castle walls becoming weak The knight’s armor showing signs of rust While the motte around has withered away The drawbridge chains stuck opened With the swords dull and the sheaths open And the dungeon is filling with water There is no life left for his Queen, has disappeared His mount has aged all the flags are ripped His Coat of Arms is missing, gone with the Queen The round table cut up to burn to keep warm All have left his Castle the King is now Alone