A tiny king that slept for years
Little by little that stole the lands
Dreamt of having a kingdom vast
Set the stage and finalized the cast
‘A broken mirror can be fixed
but the cracks will still remain’
A piece of advice his father had taught
now came in handy for brothers to part.
He dug a whole and others fell
He dug more wholes along the way
one by one those fools fell
He laughed out loud and cracked the shell.
Kings of east and kings of west
gave him ships and horsemen best
Money, men and a crooked mind
His other face none will find.
Prophets came and prophets gone
Time has come to blow the horn
darkest hours any man has seen
will bury the tiny king and his dean.