The Crying, Dying King

All his days he dared and dazed
With war won, dine and wine
Willed and killed

Now he’s in horror’s pain in head and heart
That has no undoing tablet
Except for the pill of eternal rest

His eyes he turned off; shut his brains
Switched off his mind
Closed his future thoughts

Critically damaged he was
Trying to find a suitable infinity sleep
Hoped never to wake again

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