Golden Skull

Left away,

To breathe the sorrows,

To hold the truth,

Beside wide shadows,

He was filled with bruises,

Still waiting for all to accept,

He wasn't the ruler,

Who did destroy all,

To begin his utopian globe,

As never was his vision to live a filthy lie,

Hoped to lay down only in front of the king,

Who leads with all the rest,

For all he was becoming a god,

Only then to find his furious chest,

Which leaped against all odds,

Reveling all the gold,

Which was once stolen by the gods,

Deserting him,

Just spreading the truth,

Helped the oldest to believe in frauds,

Soon the old man died,

Just to find little peace,

He rolled a little outside,

To his surprise,

No eye was there to weep beside,

Until the noon of chilling july,

When all found he left a golden skull behind.