Just a little song fic I did of song is viva la vida by coldplay.

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word .Now in the morning I sleep alone. Sweep the streets I used to own.

King Sombra looked over the the Crystal Empire. Full of sunshine, more lively then it had ever bean when he was alive. Sweeping his ghost hoof over the ground, he walked to the castle.

I used to roll the dice. Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

Sombra thought of the day that blasted Twilight what's her other name helped Cadance and the crystal ponies defeated him with love and happiness. Blah. Still, the fact that he was now and forever alone, he had no one to tell him what and what not to do. He thought of the cheers of the ponies when he was defeated, and when the called " King Sombra is gone! Long live Cadance and Shining armor!"

One minute I held the key. Next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.

Thinking back on his castle, no, CADANCE's castle, when he was alive he would walk around pillars of black crystal. He would see sad ponies chained together, sad eyes burned, pain befallen Sombra's heart. The same heart that most said were "black as night" also said "was as cold as the north itself".

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing .Roman Cavalry choirs are singing .Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field.

The pain grew more as he remembered, the crystal heart powered by love and happiness, which led to his down fall. The ice which locked him in his icy grave. The pain of hunger and sadness, waiting for the light, the only thing to do was reflect on his past and regret.

It was the wicked and wild wind .Blew down the doors to let me in .Shattered windows and the sound of drums,people couldn't believe what I'd become.

The power was lowering, giving him the chance he need to reclaim his kingdom. What stopped him , was the ponies. How they cared and showed friendship, he should've known better. And for that he was ashamed. . Looking at the castle when every pony cheered, for the fact that he was dead. A single tear ran down his face. A soft "Thank you" was herd that day, the last day of Sombra and his regret.

For some reason I can't explain, I know the Ponies won't call my name. Never an honest colt.

"But that was when I ruled the world."