"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...
As I continue to traverse the vast expanse of the...
I can't help but remain wary of the providence...
Remember the dazzling blue hues
of Northern England's summer sky...
As I sit here
With my blade in hand...
I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...
silent robbery
forming a consuming void...
fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...
Hello Clementine,
My darling dear...
Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...
When I return by thought to youthful days;
I sprightly swing upon those swings again...
If he, like I, whom view with dimming light:
The final setting sun within his glass...
Come we upon this dying day
For a friend has gone away...