Eccentricism creeps in the mind of mine...

i used to roll the dice..
put the fear in my enemies eyes.
but now all my might had evaporised.

i used to hold a throne..
now in the morning i sweep alone,
sweep the streets i used to role...

i used to be invincible..
all movements are measured in crucible...
until the day i've had a strangle...

i used to swing the excalibur,
a knight in the shiny armor,
every strike is to gain honour...
but today the fighter is in slumber..

so much for a slumber....
lets just wait for a wonder,
phoenix will again arise as a highlander....