Poor Simon Petrikov,
Silly little man,
Playing with forces he did not understand
On went the crown,
out went his Wits
Along with his princess, Betty,
Whom he loved to bits.
The changes were slow
the seeds had been sown
for an unknown future below
The ice and the snow
were all that would be shown
by the crown
that turned his smile into a frown
The snow fell and so did the bombs
Simon found Marceline
without a dad or a mom
Die a hero, live a villian
the time is soon closing in
a flip of the coin of fate
no matter what, a terrible fate.
Lost your sanity and your soul
Ice King feels as empty as a bowl
Your only friend is lost again
drowned in your own shattered mind
all traces of yourself
erased by time
after all was said and done
the events were over
the stage was set
The one question remains,
Am I kicked out of the fandom, yet?