King A crown adorns my brow, a fixture of self and idol both. It shines with the hope of a new day and glimmers with the tears of the fallen. My reign was supreme and just, the streets were paved in red and the feilds bristling with steel. While wives sang dirges laced with joy. Where average men walked I built and preserved. Walls of stone that will last as long as my will, and castles as high as my ascension. Men and women flocked to me in their hundreds, skipping along iron trails and to the chorus of whips. They worshiped me as the God of this land. My effigy at every corner instilled pride to all who saw it, struck wordless and with heads bent in humility. Even now my presence exudes from my throne. A carved seat of excellence that brought lesser rulers to their knees in awe. This hall so immense even the sun retreats fearing its beauty. The earth so jelous of my people crawls around my palace so it can feel my embrace. The sky will weep for my absence. The darkness is nothing to me now. I see all from my elevated Godhood, my frame immortalised in white bone. My crown still in place, my sword still in hand I have ruled this land for eternity. I am King and I will last forever. #viewpoints