The king walks quietly,
The king walks quietly,
Dejected and alone.
He slinks farther into the darkness,
To suffer his inner pain alone.
He walks with the cries of his old followers ringing in his ears.
And spiraling downwards he goes.
The black eats at his soul,
But alas,
He shields his heart not,
Merely lets the shadows devour his mind,
His soul,
His heart.
This is how his story goes,
The story of a fallen king,
The king that now nobody knows.
A/N: Hope you liked it! I hope I didn't depress you too much! Please review!