Crown

Yanked from the precipice of natural sanity

A voice stricken with gusto, there is no safety

Souls being split with agony

Simon Petrikov, thankless and in feverish turmoil

Cannot dream of betterment

A good life drowned in frozen stasis, with his heart stolen

By a wretched sort of madness

There is no way to project the insanity

Unless you harm others, especially yourself

Wearing a poisoned crown,

Alternative names stricken and rewritten

Ice King & Winter King

All names that mean the same

With different choices, all lunacy

Crowns can reek of sparkling veneers

But hide away the tyranny and lust for power

Layers that greed cannot melt away,

Even with the most beautiful and purest form of love

Simon Petrikov

Misses his sweet Betty dearly,

His tears frozen in a petrified stasis

Growing old with a fresh face,

The crown growing heavier with each year.