CupcakeAttack85

Melancholy throne I sit atop my melancholy throne, king of all I survey. My castle walls made of salt and sand. My jester dances down the hall, I can hear his merriment. But I let him stay where he dances, I stay atop my melancholy throne. A window heralds my throne room, the sun's rays licking my feet. But I do not reach out to feel it, I stay atop my melancholy throne. I creak my crusty bones, my back aches from my rule. My kingdom reaches as far as one could see. My servants and serfs obey my every whim. But my body betrays me, so here I lie. A hill with fields of jewels and bread calls, a crown of gold atop it's peak. But if I