I'm the uncrowned king
of this beleaguered castle,
My battles remain forgotten,
My victories remain unsung
My subjects, my liege,
and the peasants who tend the cattle
will only etch in their hearts
all the wrong things I've done
I find no peace in this cramped territory
the people are restless, belligerent,
Let my rule be a haphazard allegory,
People can be decisively irreverent
By the time my heart decided to remain still,
A better man should be in order
for the beleaguered castle that needs to be filled
or there will never be another