Upon the banks of gritty brown
Sits the path of ancient tongues
High amongst weathered stones
His throne sits empty
Where once we revelled in majesty
Now it’s a fading dream
Broken shards of pains edges
Litter this long view
Here I stand waiting
Never letting that jewel vanish
As the great Sun sets
Another day I gather
The strength to renew
And see the dream restored
Returned the King of Emerald light
