I am the King of my temporary world
From its windswept fields
to the rocky crags of uncommon cliffs
I survey
I ask for an eternal breath
for the calm and allure
of immortality

A blink of an eye of an unseen foe
Defines my ragged body whole
It sets my tack a plundered path
of unfound glory and unbound wrath

To see the sights of unseen heights
and touch the hopes of morrow
And breathe a breath of unknown nights
to steel oneself for sorrow

While death doth bring poetic end
to fragile lives expired
It quenches not the taste of hope
for things that might transpire