Sovereign

Part 3

Dead eyes find strength in passing visions,

Passing just the same.

 

Around himself he casts a bitter mission,

To count the souls of those who are to blame.

 

But who am I to take him from his crown?

This king in jest I've lifted from the ground.

 

From sovereign bone

I built a throne

And to it he is bound

 

To drive our heart

And soul apart

To tear the kingdom down

Author's Note

Grammar < Rhythm, In my opinion.