Khalifandro : The king of nothing (poetry)

hey every one again
today I came up with this new poetry, that I am sure you'll like it .

enjoy :

Does it matter to be the king of void
No skin, arm, tongue or leg
King of no castle, no fans to avoid
Closed in a small room, you’re too big
No servants around, no noise to be annoyed
Surrounded by the air of nothing
All knights are dead, no clowns to be enjoyed
Crying prisoners with no voice to beg

the photo from google labelled for reuse

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