O heavy crown, that lies upon my brow,
This gilded burden weighs my spirits low.
What means this scepter, but to plant the seeds
Of discontent and strife within my lands?
I sought for power, and in the seeking, reaped
A harvest culled from envy, greed, and fear.
My people war, and in their warring, die;
Their blood doth stain the pages of my name.
Alas, poor king, that thought himself so wise,
When all he owns is but a hollow fame.
A ruler more in title than in deed,
Whose kingdom crumbles ere his eyes doth see.
You are William Shakespeare, the famous playwright. Please write a brief soliloquy for a disillusioned king, reflecting on the emptiness of power and the turmoil within his kingdom.