The King

The King
By Andy and Hugh
Help from Ty, Jacob, and Angus

Traumatized by the dark,
Affected by the light.
Notably deep and stark,
King of the shallow flight.

Thinking of that horrible strife,
Back before the day of peace.
Wandering the streets of life,
The King with the lonely fleece.

Him, the broken knight of doom,
Thanking death for death's retreat.
In turn, o'er the field I loom,
King himself admits defeat.

Teeming as nobody knew before,
Knitting nothing as tomorrow's quilt.
Too late, our world is destroyed to the core,
It's happened before, and the King rebuilt.