Comments about Carl Kaufmann
Despair The King
Despair the King, upon his throne so bleak
Rules the realm with no remorse
A plague upon humanity he wreaks
His will unwavering, stays the course
His robe a patchwork, pitiless the reek
Shattered pieces gathered from the lost
He weaves a fine tapestry for all to see
Though beauteous for some, obvious the cost.
His hall a gathering, souls so blind
A child is there, from him joy drains
The unseeing feed, new strength they find
Others thrive, but suffering remains
His royal seal is seen the world round
It is the stranger left to the King’s ...