With the kingdom now stronger than ever

      I venture out once again

The hot air balloon beyond the gates

      now withering away and flapping in the wind

The fuel for his hot air engines spent

      he finds no further source to replace his losses.

His only hope to refurnish the hot air in his skull

      is for his rage to burn hotter.

As one last favor I untie his final tether

      the only foundation he has ever known

and watch him spiral away

      like a screeching madman

      streaking over the deserted wasteland of hell.

I shed a single tear

It is always sad when the circus leaves town.