I Am The Sultan
As I make my way to the metal
Where the flames burn my desires,
I drop my newly found petal,
For it keeps me warm.
I do walk my way to my sack,
But still keep close to the fire.
Close my eyes and lay on my back,
And I fight, And I squirm.
I appear where I was again,
But with many a new liar.
In my palace, in my den,
For out there is a storm.
I leave my palace to see
My Kingdom where lives the crier,
Who tells the tales of town to me,
Where I see the standing burn.
