In the middle of ruins
The last human is standing
The war, he won it as it seems
His golden crown is sparkling
Just like in his dreams.

On a throne very high
The last human is sitting
Like king Ludwig in Versailles
He owns the world, yet something
Is missing in his eyes.

With no survivors besides him
The last human rules alone
An empty empire has this king
No one to care about his throne
Or his crown sparkling.

Through the wasted town
The last human is marching
His power useless, his head down
Desperately searching
For someone to own.

In the middle of ruins
The last human is crying
Night comes, the sun leaves
His crown stopped  sparkling
Victory isn't always as it seems
He has it all, yet nothing
A lie were all his dreams.

~I had to study history the whole day and this is the result, I am ruin, too.
Please stay human,
Sero 💙~