Blinded - Falconer

Your wealth and your power

Both increase with every day

Theory versus practice

As the mould spreads it’s way

Ravens fill the sky

Wolves start to cry

And you shield your eyes

Behold the throne of satin

Far from where no hope is left

No royal tidings reach it

It’s like talking to the deaf

Blinded by gold are the knights

In spite of all the blinders you can wear

The rotten stench will still be there

The castle of your glory

Embellished under your reign

The next throne possessor

Must pawn his crown for your vain