Jonathan Davis

The sound of stillness greets the air,
An empty room, a solemn stare.

Above the mantle sits a throne,
An empty kingdom ruled alone.

What good did all his knowledge bring?
When still alone, shall sit the king.

He gazes in the empty glass,
And curses at the time that’s passed.

For all his life the mirror sought
To teach him truths, inspire thought.

Those wretched thoughts! A curse did bring
No love could come to save the King.

For what remained, inside his frame?
A king alone, with none to blame.

For he himself had always strived
To find true love despite his lies.

To rule in peace, and calm, and joy,
And in his quest his pain destroy.

A lonely tear then danced across
His weary heart, such pain such loss.

For he alone the tale could tell
Of how his kingdom rose and fell

Unto its doom, now left alone
The king beside his empty thrown.

For sat his bone and skin and flesh,
But not soul alive was left

To show him love a strand of thread
To save him from a lonely death.

And so the king sat once again
A silent wish his heart to mend.

He knew alone, he’d sit this night
No angels wings would give him flight.

“The clock will tick until the end of time itself my solemn friend.”

Above the mantle
Sits a throne,
An empty kingdom
Ruled alone.