King of Nothing

If Kings could rule like they once did,
I'd be banished to the sand,
Forgetting all the rules of nature,
Buried by Egyptians who don't exist.

I would tell them to mummify me carefully,
Like it even mattered now: I'm dead,
Beauty gone innocence lost,
Consumed by the masses.

Never mind the subtleties,
It was a day I'm glad I missed,
Not even caring if I would be missed.

The sad day was for me only,
Yet dried tears lay in pockets behind my cheeks,
Sitting there to rot and stay,
Giving up sadness for madness with no limbs.

One day my rule will end

But society is yearning to begin again...