What is the terror falling before me?
It melts away my very heart like molten rock.
Cutting away courage with whetted teeth.
As sending shivers like fingernails against chalk.
A thick pain and decay arrive with the night
As goosebumps spread across my skin tonight.
I’ll be unknown to those who come later.
Just a simple relic of the fall.
But If they find my bones under the layers:
They’ll see a king who still went down standing tall.
A thick pain and decay arrive with the night.
“Long Live the King,” long after tonight.