We are no here

In the Hall of the mountain king there sits king nothing
hiding between his walls , lonely and bored
between the Grey sadness of an unconscious solitude
waiting to be found , living from illusions while suffering from delusions of the power of his high throne
Your thoughts will amuse you
your shadows will confuse you,
and your screams will be music to the empty room that you fill.
Oh what a tragic, In the hall of the mountain king