You were a great king, thought to be able to battle even the gods, after conquering all the land, Sky and sea there was not a place on earth you didn't fight a battle or slain a foe, after attaining All the world had to offer and a bit more sum, you sat on your Throne, and waited, all through the century's you waited, for the world to catch up and give you a new purpose, moss covered your palace, your sword long shattered and vines covering you, one day you here your door open.