King of Night

more meandering

I sit on a throne
At night
The world
Is mine

My crown
Made of stardust
My cape
The night sky

I preside
Over shadowy peasants
And the nocturnal creatures
Are my constituents

My advisor
The moon
Telling me
What's right

You see
The night is nothing
To fear
My dear

Not while
I preside
In your king
You can confide

I sit
On this throne
With a lit cigarette
All alone

You sleep
You dream
And I'll fight
The mares
That come at night