He was a king.
Once upon a time he lived in a castle.
Look what has happened to him.
He was a symbol of royalty.
He wielded so much power.
See what is left of him.
Born and bred in wealth.
Raised and nurtured in affluence.
He grew in strength and had more influence.
He had the best of everything.
And knew he was meant to be the future king.
Look what happened to him.
I knew him from the past.
When I attended one of the most famous procession.
He rode in a palanquin.
The women sang of his glory.
The men demonstrated his bravery.
He looked so elegant and honorable in his traditional wear.
When he spoke the people listened.
His words held much weight.
Who could have done this to this man.
I remember this man.
When he sat and judged the people.
He demonstrated so much wisdom.
He thought them so much knowledge.
His eloquence was beyond description.
His words were a relieve to the distressed.
His admonitions were comfort to the oppressed.
His advice were hope to the hopeless.
I remember this man.
He was a very insightful man.
He always sat at the middle of the palace balcony and listened to his subjects.
Men from far and distant places came to honor him.
He was an epitome of beauty.
A complete representation of the people's cultural heritage.
What happened to the king.