The time Aquaman gave up being king

I've fought for so long. I've not won many a battle in my day's as king. There was always someone one uping me. I fight the good fight no longer. I've lost.
I thrown down my trident,
I remove my gloves.
I give up my crown,
I get rid of my throne.
It seem's that it is the blackest night.
The black hand reaches up for your king,
I am not you king any longer.
I shake this hand with a new outlook on it all.
I slip on this new ring,
The life slowly draining from my body.
Hope is dead,
Get used to it.
Let the night win.
Fighting it
is no
use.
Surrender to the night's cold breeze.
It's all over friends.
This is goodbye.
Yours truly,
Arthur Curry