He sits upon his lofty throne,

with a crown all rusty gold;

Watching darkness all around;

Empty halls, lit no more, all joy gone.

Sunlight beckons, birds, bees, flowers-

His heart responds,

But empty halls echo with dreary laughter;

skinny pain, killing silence, agonizing peace-

No light remains.

then a voice! He looks around,

Light fills his heart,

The voice- as if his own whispered-

"The windows, oh ye lost in the dark,

Are merely shuttered!"