The Last King of Lost Causes

A cycle of poems «Your Love Was My Siege Weapon»

Shattered crowns on barren ground,
Thunder’s call, a king unbound.
Glory lost to time’s applause -
He stands: the last king of lost causes.

Silent ruins echo pain,
Hope flickers in the heavy rain.

The last king of lost causes rides,
Steel and sorrow at his sides,
Broken dreams the storm divides,
Still he rules where hope collides -
The last king of lost causes rides.

Empires fell while others fled,
Lonely throne by sorrow led,
Promises the heart once said,
Lie in ashes, crowned by dread.

Silent ruins echo pain,
Hope flickers in the heavy rain.

The last king of lost causes rides,
Steel and sorrow at his sides,
Broken dreams the storm divides,
Still he rules where hope collides -
The last king of lost causes rides.

Night descends on battle’s end,
Shadows rise where tears won’t mend,
Fate betrayed by every friend,
He rides on - he won’t pretend.

If time renewed the world he lost,
Would he rise and pay the cost?
Or walk alone through fate’s exhaust -
A king reclaimed, or tempest-tossed?

Dust will fade, but legends call,
Echo proud beyond the wall,
Final reign before the fall -
The last king, standing tall.