Remnants of a King

A fallen throne in a fallen palace Glows sadly like the eyes of an old man There the remnants of glory Withered to dust and bones A majestic figure and stainless eyes Now eaten by the smallest rats A pounding heart and flaming blood Now silent and faded away Every tear of joy and grief Every home of belief Every pride and every shame Now forgotten and without a name Stone tablets full of honor and deeds Bronze trumpets ready for fanfares But who has skills to read or play To remember this long and sad tale? Gather gold and build monuments See them rise and hear the cheer In the end you are all the same The king, the beggar, all the same Every tear of joy and grief Every hour of belief Every pride and every shame Now forgotten and without a name For such is the way of this world Where all glory is stained with old dust Rising from the feet of fallen enemies Descending over the tombs of victory There is no sound or remembrance No pictures to decorate the forgotten halls An empire stripped of life The woods crackle with age Every tear of joy and grief Every hour of belief Every pride and every shame Now forgotten and without a name Every small laugh and glee Every great victory Every drop of existence Now gone like everything else Every tear Every grief Every hour Every pride Every shame Every laugh Every victory Everything