The Deathless King

Deathless king upon his throne withered flesh and hands of Bone, Trinkets of gold, now long Dull The silver crown upon his Skull, Tattered robes and rusted Sword Old and wizened like their Lord, Grieved he was but could not weep As he watched Death his kingdom Reap, Withered flesh and haggard Bone The deathless king sits Alone, As years go by his kingdom Crumbles Upon his palace no man Stumbles, The sky was dark, the land was Dead The sun was pale, the moon blood Red, The deathless king upon his Seat Savored neither drink nor Meat, Deprived of live and denied Death Eternal existence without Breath, A mighty king he was of Old A valiant warrior, brave and Bold, Now he sits, watching other Fates For the end of all he Awaits...