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