valley of thrones

You've been kicked around and mistreated. Down and out always feeling defeated. Just a peasant in a world of kings, begging for crumbs with the callus hands of suffering.

You're to frail to earn your keep, at night the cold hard ground is where you sleep. Skin and bones hunger only feeds the weak. In the valley of thrones, despair is the harvest you reap.

Barely surviving living hand to mouth. Bread and water only nurture the shadow of doubt. With a silent scream you falter to the ground, shaking your fist at the sky because you're too weak to make a sound.

Just a peasent in the valley of thrones,the road less traveled sure has lots of stones. Reaching for the sky you stand alone, still waiting for the rainbow that will lead you to your pot of gold