Kingswood
Kingswood
Slayers at bay
Lords on his land
Gotta listen what he says
Dear if I can stand.
All of his power
Its where it resides
Men who think sharper
And everything else it rides.
Not just a page
Sixteen of those slots
Feeding my mind in a cage
All to save one that rots.
Hold all its chairs
The ruling is not just a case
Solve all its fears
Survival in priority to chase.
You may lose all
And every one that belongs
Weak to fall
And victory to the strong.
But we all know so
At the end of the game of thrones
Which of color wins the show
All goes in the same box of stones.