The King In His Lonely Castle The King in his lonely Castle there once was a king, who owned everything, but for one reason he was morose. He could not give a ring, or a single damn thing, to the girl, that he loved, the most. You see in ages past, with moons gone by, the king once had a queen, he loved her so much, and he spent every day with her there, in his clutch. but as they say the winds will change and the seas will rise and girl’s’ll find other, better guys, and the king, sat in his throne. Alone. Every day he waited, every night he hated himself, for whatever he had done to make her leave him for someone else. years went by and the seas went dry and the king was still sat in his throne watching down below as he let out a large bellow because everyone had found happiness but him. so he took up his sword and marched forward to slaughter those who had 'wronged him'. He slit their throats and told tasteless jokes as he watched their eyes go wide he went mad, the king and started to sing about the crimes he’d done but when he’d done he realised that he had killed the one she lay there dead blood all over her head both there and on the sword. he fell to his knees and begged God please that she was not the one it was too late for sorry he knew what he must do and he did it in a hurry and he did it through and through It was his sword he drew and at his own neck he threw a cut to end it all he stared into her eyes made his last goodbyes as the people witnessed his fall.