This Monarch

Here I stand, Then here I'll stay, Has it been that long? Cacooned in a throne of greed , lies and betrayal. How long has it been already? Would it be called seflish, if this Lord said she is tired? Sands of time be trailed with remorse, When the night pale as it bares its fangs This Lord stand My will unbound My throne uncrowned here I take bow.