The
dark lord sits in his castle
Alone
with his thoughts of his life
In
the lighted shadows of the candles
He
seems to grow taller on the walls
He
paces around in his study room
With
a book on his hand trying to read
His
mind travels into space of void
He
feels safe without the backstabbers
He
looks into the mirror
Mounted
on the wall near to the door
He
glances at himself with thinning hair
What
will it be if he just goes away?
The
other lords around him
Those
were the days they listened
Now
the swords are out to take charge
The
dark lord is tired after a hard battle won
The
people had rejected his rule
He
knew by the support on the ground
The
battle of minds and words
The
dark lord realizes he has lost
Now
he is worried
He
likes to sit on the throne
The
power he feels he owns it
Though
he suspects the people's rights
The
dark lord tries to keep a distance
Among
the other lords in his circle
There
are a few giving the errand knights
Brewing
hatred to bring him down
