• Bow down for my King, plead, beg, and only please... Shifty and yet distinct, what are the matters of your lease? You win the fight, but yet you need so much? Whom shall free this shallow King from the matters that he has yet to see? Whom will be this demeaning Kings Queen?
    I the joker, only to subside. Within the torment, does one hide. Mistaken, demolished through the pride of this Kings obsession to be sublime. Whom thy crowns have been bestowed, you my love, my king, never shall be the betrothed. Decline my offers, see my flaws, the unroyalty of my soul. There I dance for this King, only to prove the stupidity, calling me to fall to my knees. Grab thy hand and sing the song, the one for the weeping jokers, and send me to where I belong. The beauty, the sincerity, all ignored, for my King no nothing no more. He yearns for the wars, blood to be shed. Kill thy joker, to the very best, dungeons cold and mighty chains, nothing holding me down, but what thy joker believes is change within this Young Kings chest