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
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