The king of kings and his land
An empty space lays barren under his hand
A tree stands tall with might
Holds a vision that gives him fright
A beast lays in wait for a mans command
He stares solemly with hopes of grand
A spirit that prides the warriors fight
Sitting still,a will that pierces the light
The king of kings awaited to be returned
He fears what was lost was never learned
The man to his sides filled with hope
A back to a tree that has no scope
Through fire and lightning it cant be burned
And every malice that comes,its date adjourned
The king of kings with fear to fly
The beast and spirit inside they lie
Awaiting a return until they die
Till he returns the man will cry
A heart that beats for a warrior strong
A body that seeps for the dire long
A tree that holds the land for one
Calls the man, a king, to become.