Heavy is the crown,
And weary is the head that wears it,
Cold is the iron rod,
Frozen to the hand that bears it.
Bloody is the red carpet
As are those who choose to walk it,
Poisoned is the silver tongue,
Dead are those who used and sought it.
Fragile is the smiling mask
Breaking are those who choose to don it,
Lofty is the highest peak,
And nothing is beyond it.