Part 2 - Crown's Divide

A crown's weight, a soul's divide
In the dead king's heart, where secrets reside

Whispers of the past, a cursed refrain
A dead king's quandary, in the spectral domain
The voices of the fallen, they beckon and call
To rise in darkness, or let the kingdom stall

In the silence, a tempest brews
A king's heart torn, between two hues

Struggle, oh king, with the echoes inside
Between the peace of death, and the undead's stride
The world in wait, for your silent decree
To rest in peace, or in darkness be

The spirits linger, the dead implore
For the king's verdict, to open the door
A choice of silence, or a choice of sound
To lay down the crown, or be forever bound

In his soul's depths, a fierce battle rages
A dead king's decision, echoing through the ages

In quiet halls, where shadows play
A dead king contemplates the price to pay
The crown on his head, heavy with lore
A path of solitude, or the call of war
Now at the crossroads, in the silence vast
The dead king ponders, on choices cast
Ghosts of the past, in a chorus so grim
Urge the monarch forth, to follow them

In the heart of shadows, where echoes reside
A king's legacy, on the edge of the tide
With a heavy crown, and a spirit's plea
To embrace the
To embrace the darkness, or let the world be

Struggle, oh king, with the echoes inside
Between the peace of death, and the undead's pride
The world in wait, for your silent decree
To rest in peace, or in darkness be free

The king stands resolved, his fate embraced
In the silence, his choice is traced
To rise from the grave, with a spectral hand
And lead an army of the dead, to reclaim the land