Thy Will Be Done,
I Tried So Hard,
To Be The Better One.
Instead I Mimicked Your Will,
Did As You Did,
For What?
Thrill?
So I Recruited,
I Shared Secrets,
And In The End,
All I Accomplished,
Was Grievance.
I Disappointed,
I Hurt,
I Brought Myself To Court,
And There On The Stand,
The Red Crown,
I Accept My Punishment,
Is It Banishment?
All This Time,
This Doing?
For What?
A Kingdom When Kingdom Wasn't Needed?
An Army When A War Was Needless?
And Pain Where Love Should Have Been,
Instead Of Lies And Deceit.
Now I Leave All Of You Be,
You're Chapters Of This Book,
But This Book Is Now Closed,
You Create Your Own Story.
I'm Sorry,
But I Got A Crown To Protect,
I Got Things To Amend,
Brothers To Mend.
The War Is Over,
And In War No One Won,
For Losing The Crown,
That Would Have Meant Losing It All,
So This Is Last Call,
I Cheer To Friends,
For I Am Rot,
Forget Me Not.
I Will Soon Leave Too,
But Do Not Come Searching,
For If You Get Between Me And My Flower,
I'll Start Purging.