Taketh my Throne, for I am no more
For I have lost all of what I most adore
For he who beseech me is now my galore
For now my own presence disgusts me on forth

Taketh my Throne, for I am my bane
Appraised is he who critiques of good faith
While fonder and flounders are met with my grave
And eldritch who speaks of and blasphemes my name

Unblinking, Unmending, I deem thyself dumb
For I am no longer, and able for none
The shell of a burden, a plow for a knife
A grain for the abled, enigma for strife

Little for nothing and nothing for me
A leader who feeds from the soil and the sea
A leader with lavish and dubious glee
For chalice the final, and avid is me

So inside my castle I ponder in lone
Awaiting for judgment, my mettle to hone
The chalice in wine, the plow left to rust
Now taketh my Throne, and leave me to dust