King of his castle

I stood ontop of the battlement amidst the citadel walls looking over the edge of the higher than hillocks huge turrets deep ravine falls . Feeling like the Lord of the realm, King of his castle . I was this man of wealth, status with importance and vassal . If only for a moment I wanted to be this masterful man, my mindset marvels at my majesty coz my imagination can

Yet the attire I was wearing was really very uncomfortable, hairy and hard, It felt like I was a heavy horse betwixt a farmyard and this cumbersome colossal crown upon my head well it weighed an absolute ton and felt like laden lead . No matter I am a monach so I shall wear exactly what I please with perhaps pantaloons made of sheer silk tied with ribbons at my knees . My straw boater on my bonnet will match my pretty suit, this royal ruler will look mighty cute . So I stand dressed up to the nines with my finery of famousness and my fortified wines

Life is like a rollercoaster with a continuity of ups and downs, granduer balls with gaiety then bloodshed battles from beyond the towns . There isn’t any peace as I prance in my pride of place, Oh how I yearn for solitude from this rip-roaring rat race . But I am king with rules and responsibilty, a man to demand with dependability . Alas I long for normality amongst my trials of tribulations, to mingle freely with common people holding conventional conversations . Thankfully my ancient aggravation is all but whimsical fascination so I am delighted to ditch my daydream back as a tourist treading this fortification