Cradling an unspoken fear,
Feel your time drawing near,
Reach your hands to the sky,
Release your hopeless sigh.
You’ve loved and hated,
Blessed and damned,
Yet were never sated,
Through you mountains demand.
Close your eyes and speak your peace,
Your pow’r begins to cease,
Beg on bended knee,
Surrounded by burning debris.
You’ve tortured and cradled,
With strength far beyond fabled,
Been life or death,
All in a breath.
Now you stand before your jury,
Sentenced and found guilty,
Plead for the only thing with worth;
The life that was yours from birth.
You were taken from your throne,
The only thing you’ve ever known,
Now the joyous silver bells ring,
You are gone my hollow king.
For Jaimie.