Like a wayward inn in a dying town

I sit alone on a throne without a crown

King of only myself and I

I ponder on my domain as I hurriedly scry

I knock on doors and ask come in

Refusal is a most accursed sin

Empty I find them and I drain them still

I drink to their health until I've had my fill

How now should I proceed ?

Really who is left to lead?

I stare about and all eyes are on me

I abdicate my title leaving just a vacancy