The Wicked King
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Title: The Wicked King
Author: Sirene
There once was a king
in a faraway land
who ruled over all
with a cruel iron hand
from the mountains and forests
to the cities and towns
every heart lived in fear
of the Man with the Crown
for it was whispered by many
in hushed frightened tones
that just the touch of his shadow
could turn you to stone
it was even said flowers
would wither and die
beneath the harsh glare
of his cold darkling eye
Every month every week
Every day every hour
every heart grew more fearful
of their wicked king's power
until the kingdom itself was so sickened with dread
that the clear blue sky turned gray overhead
But then one day a stranger appeared
with raggedy clothes
and a scraggly beard
and he whistled a tune
like a sad lullaby
as he walked down the road
to the castle on high
All the people despaired
thinking death was assured
for the king had commanded
Let No Music Be Heard
When the man reached the castle
he trilled a high note
and the guards fell down sleeping
as he crossed the bridged moat
Once he entered the castle
every ear listened close
but all they heard were the snores
of the guards at their posts
But then came a sound
like a raging wind roaring
so loud that
it woke up the guards from their snoring
they rushed to the Hall as a quake
shook the ground
but once they had pried the doors open
they found
no stranger
no king
no great howling gust
just a big empty room
and a small
swirl of dust...