As King I rule here alone
In my chambered bed

Once again in a palace
I can not call my own 

Lost in this world of
The living dead
 Bodies without souls
Lives without gold

Eyes that have grown
Cold and still 

Bones aching and brittle
Life here is such a riddle
 
My temple now
My own home
 I am be twigged you see
Widdled down from a mighty tree
 By haunting faces of
Clowns and their frowns
 My princes they worry and fear
The princess her time is near
 Our Queen is under a spell
The Kingdom has bid me farewell
 Dark magic rages
Here in the middle ages
 Demons and Dragons
Crash the barricades
 The Draw has been put up
The Mote is a flame
 There is only one way in
And no way out
 Of this here Castle
When the drums of war
 Are sound

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man