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.