I was in a sumptuous throne room

With kings by my side

And then in a vast plain

Where two armies were ready to fight

I stand in the middle and tried to stop them

But a blade cut the thread of my life

This blade was mine

My own.

I woke up in a dark world

Chained in the sword

My own words.

And here I am writing this

I am a lost story-teller

My own words killed myself.