Still he wins the dusty crown

On a glorious day the pawns

Marched to the lonely castle

To built up the holy crowns

With vintage shades of pastel

Clothes with holy crosses

Soliders shoes dabbed

The emerald mossess

The sun rise tapped

The mesmering beaches

Which dreams victory

There richness reaches

Which was quite dictactory

They hopes the win

Within their dreams

They do even sin

And if fails they screams

The king and crew

Ready for meals

They even screw

They wound heals

At last the king died

Not even fulfilling needs

All the soldiers cried

With shattered seeds

Once in a blue moon

King may be map out

The dishes for noon

He isn't in doubt

At that lonely night

He feels music loud

Along Dances the knights

In the bunches of clouds