The Cursed King

The silk clothes,

Checked for air,

In a room,

Which is full of jewellery,

He lived for years,

Generations changed,

Kingdom attacked by enemies,

Prisoners found the path,

And steal the goods in the palace,

The food supply stopped,

No rain in that place,

The room became darker,

But,

He never stepped out,

The jewellery,

Became a weapon in his hand,

He thought of going out,

But the unlimited desire,

On the wealth,

Made him a statue,

Without much emotions left,

He never shared,

His cursed story of regrets.