These I kingdoms that once I owned.
Trumpets and drums were played before I enter.
Attendants march behind until I reach the throne.
Almighty! King Arthur! It's all I remember.

Who ever thought I would be the King.
Oceans ascends with my single glance.
Lands turn fertile with every step I bring.
Skies laugh with joy whenever the kingdom enhance.

Cathedral bells ringed to greet my grandeur.
Priests and nuns sang chorus when I danced with glee.
Long live the King! They said. As I was filthy pure!
My enemies used to shiver and kneel before me.

As time flowed by and my hair lost its color.
I became excessively pompous of my authority.
Some devilish gust puffed my pureness forever.
I became so wicked. Oh! What has become of me!

My glorious reign has come to an end forevermore.
Revolutionaries wanted my head on the guillotine.
I pleaded and wept for my life until my eyes turned sore.
I lost my golden crown; I lost everything that took so hard to win.

Rohan Nath

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