He sits in his thrown of bones.
He wears his cloak of jokes.
He thinks he's the best,
He thinks he's unlike the rest,
But he shouldn't be so bold.
He is a king of fire.
Of hate, of scorn, of pain.
He is a king of fire.
Of late, of sworn, of stain.
He is a king of fire,
All stress, all mess, no rest.
He thinks that he's involved,
He thinks that we're resolved,
He thinks he has a right,
To see his child bright.
When all is done,
And love is gone,
He thinks he rules,
What life she pools.
The remains of the fire,
All broken down.
He thinks he can trample,
Since he has the crown.
I have the gem, the treasure, the gold.
I am the princess, the queen, so old.
I can rebuild, with my newfound king.
I can replace my dad, who has a ring.
He ruined the safe,
he diminished the light,
But now he fell,
Out of sight.
King of Fire, fell and burned,
Life can sprosper, with a castle to hold.
I have my king, and he has me,
And we can live whatever to be.