Pardon

That pile of dried bones

Resting under dust and stones

Is what you will find

When you dig under your throne

That one of a kind

Is just in your mind

You are mostly alone

Just left behind

The coronation seems

Distant light dimmed

The fire no longer shine

Only shadows of dreams

You have chosen this path

You have dreamed it alone

Don't expect old bones

To wake from their death

Don't talk to stones

Wear alone the wreath

Had the journey been an easy one

the mighty blow might saved a breath