Vague hints of something long forgotten,
The smell of leaves decaying on the ground.
A bird eye view – so alien, so rotten,
A silent kingdom lost and never to be found.
A king on wretched throne, his eyes unmoving.
His people left; mistakes are rarely forgiven
Especially to those whose life was reaping
The fruits that sacred trees had given.
Decay is his companion and lover now;
He could have […] but all is left – a hollow crown.