A man lived long ago
Up on a hill that few did not know
And there he lived lonely and cold
Until one day he no longer grew old
Up on the hill the dark house did sit
With a single candle in the window still lit
Winds blew threw the open window sills
As the house grew colder, quieter and still
The man died alone
Holding his crown and sitting in his thrown
Deep in his castle
Hidden from the people whom he did hassle
He was strong, brave, and bold
And a strong kingdom was his goal
He taxed and taxed and taxed ‘til they could not eat
And then made the staving men kiss his feet
One day he commanded he be left alone
“No one shall ever stand near my thrown”
He bellowed like the beast of the wild
And his orders were kept by every man, woman, and child
So there in the house on the hill
The man lies lonely and still