King and Castle

A short poem about a king who won every battle but the one with time.

Once there was a castle on a rock
and a king upon a throne.
Gilded treasure and ambition.
He won every battle,
but he lost the war,
for time is never standing still
and all that is gilded turns to dust.
Kings die and kingdoms fall.
Only hollow ruins and
forgotten bones endure,
until they too crumble away,
scattered to the winds of the ages.