Uneasy Lies

This week's idea from Poetry Thursday: Cliches.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown,
uneasy rests the man who sits a throne,
and waits for enemies to bring it down.

At first, the kingdom trembled at his frown,
but now the courtiers ignore his groan:
"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."

The fields once so green are turning brown,
an old man sits the high seat all alone,
and waits for enemies to bring it down.

And through the castle's halls, and in the town,
you hear the whispers, the complaints, the moans,
uneasy lies. The head that wears a crown

now turns, at every unexpected sound.
He grasps his sword, unyielding as stone,
and waits for enemies. To bring it down

the kingdom's foes the castle now surround.
He waits with patience; he has always known:
uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
and waits for enemies to bring it down.