Gold and incense, temple rot
Wisdom drowned in what he sought
Foreign brides with serpent eyes
Whispered spells and velvet lies
Built their gods on sacred ground
Cursed the throne without a sound
Ash tore pages from his scroll
Flames consumed his hollow soul
Altars rose where truth once knelt
Burning love for what he felt
Demons danced with royal grace
While heaven turned away its face
Crown now rusted, throne is bare
Solomon’s ghost still weeps in prayer
