Uncrowned

I am an uncrowned king. 

I have no kingdom. 

I have no queen. 

I have no sons or daughters. 

Not even b******s from foreign w****s. 

I have no army and no banner men. 

I don't even have a horse to ride. 

I am an uncrowned king. 

All I have is my sword. 

Rusted, cracked, beyond even the last days of it's prime. 

But as long as I fight those who stand against me, I shall be king. 

King over death, king over life, harbinger of agony and all of it's avenues. 

Where I fight is my kingdom. 

My life is my queen. 

My footsteps are my sons and daughters. 

My army is my pride, my banner men my will. 

My horse is the wind for which my name shall ride. 

I am an uncrowned king, for crowned kings are old, lazy, and fat. 

Crowned kings never see the face of the men they kill, the wives they widow, or the children they orphan. Crowned kings are the bane of existence. I am the bane of theirs'.