In the vacant stares of confusion
In the vacant stares of confusion
from the unending darkness,
the candle now flickers
where once a great spark;
Some thief of has stolen
all that belongs
from the old castle,
all its beautiful songs.
Remembered, though gone,
as his subjects stand near;
they watch and they listen,
resisting their fear.
Echoes rise from every hall
washing hope from despair
in sharing grand memories
of this castle once fair.
The warrior of kindness
now reclines on the throne;
his own house empty,
gazing at the unknown.
Still king in his castle, now a frail shadow
of his forgotten life past;
still his story is ever,
a thing that will last.
For all who knew him
will carry his light
and build their own castles
in fatigue or in might.
His spirit and wisdom
shall evermore fill,
their rooms and their halls,
when his body is still.
No longer to wander,
no darkness to sift;
farewell his beloved,
who carry his gift.
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