Incoherent
Grasping at strings
The crown topples from the head
Of the high king
It's funny how history ends in a moment
It's funny how eternity and fleeting are fluid
Yesterday I stood tall
Today I fall
It's only a moment that cements one moment to the next
And a moment is all it takes to tear everything to shreds
Forever is falling apart before my very eyes
In disgrace is how the high king dies