A Kingdom's Decent

The king stares deeply into the mirror

The queen appears behind him for comfort

The jester sits at the library writing art

The knight cries alone in his chamber

The elder laments over his arthritis

The folk play and sing for peace

The enemy approachs nearer and nearer

Knowing the king has a weak fort

The men argue over how it will start

Knowing there is nothing lamer

The wise men deliberate over who is the smartest

Knowing some can't get a lease

The king sits upon his mighty seat

The queen drinks the last of the wine

The jester brings smiles to the distress

The knight prepares himself for battle

The elder gives words of hope

The folk lock their windows and doors

The enemy tries to make things neat

Knowing nothing is fine

The men are left with a giant mess

Knowing they don't even have cattle

The wise men arrange some rope

Knowing their feet won't touch the floor

The king falls in stone and blood

The queen wairs for the poison to work

The jester burns flesh, but not paper

The knight crawls to the cliff

The elder disappears in a puff of smoke

THe folk hide in inferno

The enemy turns the soil to mud

Knowing it was always murk

The men enslave a rapper

Knowing their song has no riff

The wise men forgot what was spoke

Knowing what has happened is eternal