once a king

no one knows how much you've done till your gone.

i am a king,

sitting on a throne

of lies. a king

with a kingdom

long since abandoned.

yet the clattering 

of hooves,

vicious shouts entailing

tyranny flood the

empty caverns of

what little we call

home. i am a king,

no, i used to be a king.

now i am the scraps

of an old day,

fluttering away.

Author's Note

ignore lack of capitalization, it's a style choice.

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[John the Baptist]

The Duke of Windsor might have identified with this one.