The Withered King.

Are you the emperor of the 7 C’s of decay?

Compulsion, Content, Conniving, Cruelty.

Cowardice, Cant, and Contrary.

Or the king of endless aces of fever dreams?

Hallucinating complexes to ail worn out themes.

Ill send the cavalry of indulgences to ease your mind come sleep.

And come the time there armed lines thin out,

You’ll be awake, hazed by the rushing notion of old defeat.

Are you the duke of unready, lord of not yet.

Or prince of the gallows, Hanging promises with unpaid dept.