I’m closing the bridge right now.
The moat your entry won’t allow.
My castle isn’t open to you.
I’ll go back to isolation too.
You don’t appreciate my work.
You treat a king like your clerk.
If only you knew my worth
you’d know how lowly is your birth.
This is my kingdom not yours.
You’re merely a guest, of course.
But if you think you ought to reign,
first go die in that lonely lane.