"It little profits
that an idle king,
by this still hearth'
among these barren crags
matched with an aged wife"
This was surely his favorite poem.
Can you imagine why?
Look at him, look his wife,
take a look also to his life.
Can you see something wrong?
I don't think so, also because
you can't see anything at all.
No fun, no smile,
no happiness, neither for a while.
Boring life on his own,
in their castle they were alone.
He could remember long time ago
when love and passion matched them in one soul.
but the time burned the flame
and no one can be called for this "Blame".
His work was boring,
his wife annoying,
his life completely a mess.
The last word you can see on his medical folder is: DEPRESS!
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