The Throne
I sit on the throne for eternity,
Guarding the gem all alone.
How I long to be free
Running here, running there.
But I am stuck here forever.
No one to talk to,
I'm here by myself.
I might go crazy
If I don't leave soon.
This is not my home,
This old, forgotten place.
The whisper of treetops
And the breeze in my hair
Is my only conversation;
No one else comes here.
Tucked away in a corner of the world
I wish to run careless and free.
But the treasure is mine to care for,
Guard from invisible foes.
A companion to talk to
Is all that I want,
A friend to come visit,
A how-do-you-do.
But I sit on the throne for eternity,
Crowned in a circlet of thorns.
My subjects—
The mocking whistles of the winds
That taunt and tease and scorn.
My throne is the rock slab
I am next to the gem day and night.
I hate it, I hate it,
I wish to destroy it.
But this is what I'm destined to do.
I never can leave
This haunted king's palace,
I am fated and doomed
To stay here for always
To sit on my throne forever…