Ruler of a Lonely Kingdom

On the precipice of a lonely mountain of despair, I sit looking expectantly
Listless eyes, once full of the spark of life sweep across my tattered kingdom, searching for miserable company
From my throne of isolation I watch forlornly
As flames openly rebelled against bleak skyline, sparing not a thing

Long absent are the images of fleeing people, leaving only lonely streets
Ethereal voices are my only companions offering a misleading solace
A non-existant audience watches on with me as the morbid spectacle unfolds
As silently the vain city is consigned to Oblivion

I am truly Sovereign of the nothingness and the mocking silence is my domain
Seconds pass by as if they were eterneties in my boreal realm
and perpetual nightfall forever smothers the mortal day
Slowly, I too fade into the emptiness as the last shred of sanity is pried from my frost-bound fingers

Now apart of the dark contagion I wait for something that will never find me
Broken and forgotten like the rest of my hopeless empire