Melancholy Kingdom

All hail, the Melancholy King, lord of loneliness and suffering
The plants have died along the pathways
Dark briars and thorns make up the garden maze 
Freezing rain pours in through the rooftops of run down homes
Termites infest the wood, even the throne
The soldiers have no will to fight
They sit stoking coals that won't ignite 
The vaults are empty, the cupboards bare
The moat is frozen over, the drawbridge is in disrepair
The sun no longer shines on this place
The nights are dark, but so are the days

By LukeCoomer ©