conquering fear --

He speaks truth, but not all,
He'll learn one day when his army falls.
he rumbles and tumbles the earth around each village,
he smothers and smashes every house and pillage.
he doesn't care for others voice,
he listens to none, other than his own choice.
he's villainious and cruel, twisted and rot with otter dual,
but silent in his heart, lay a candle at bay,
the whisper of death and its tool,
will one day come and shovel all the life away.
so, when comes the death of our dieing King Kollord,
we'll shout to the heavens and thank the good Lord.
we're saved we're saved we will all sing with praise,
save the motionless body burried below the earth,
which says: "here lies the king, who for eternity shall stay"
and inside his castle the serfs will crumble and knock down all his treasured hirths.
the villagers were at peace and lived this way for long,
until some years later came a new king, SunsSaLong.
Now, he was a poious fellow, in creed,
but true were his thoughts, and good his breed.
he thanked the village folk many a-time for their service,
and even came to the church with the commoners and all his servants.
he sang, O how loud and free his voice would ring,
whispers in the room went all about, "yes, that's him our King!"
we loved the times we lived in now,
but fate had a different plan when the sun finally laid down.
Sickness marked out our brave and kind King,
leopardcy, criedalcy, and sandercy some would say,
then others, "kill those bastard rats, rabies in all, that lay under that hay in the stall,
they ran, all in hand, with shovels and pitch forks to slay the rats, and there sickness fall.
they slew every one, not a one would leave,
they knocked their heads, pulled their tales, and wripped their bodies in threes.
all this and more, were the trials for a cure that were sent out for their lovely King,
but none returned, sept the Feen.
he had been sent to travel the surrounding towns
and ask for help and a medicine, but none did he found.
sept one,
true, he was mysterious and none could trust him if they dared,
but lay in his cradle a cure, that could heal the king he swared.
so off ran the Feen to his dieing King,
"Hark! I have a remedy that will save our King,"
in the house he ran with all haste he could muster,
dropped on his knees and said a little prayer to uster
forth the medicine, and poured in the mouth,
the King shook and spasmed a little un-woely,
but calm came the muscles, and the shaking finally
came to a hult, our King revived, the sickness freed from his body we thought.
Our King lay still, not a movement was seen,
all looked for help and answers from the Feen.
A wry smile twitched upon the Feen's face,
"Have I done well, my grace?"
All hell broke loose, and the Feen was cast to death,
they hung him on the plank, and took his final breath.
in his last moments of life he spoke, " True be it, the dieing king,
I would have ran all the earth if had be, to find a cure to help thee,"
He muttered a few other words, none could tell,
but he smiled the evermore, and everyone could swore,
that he said in his last breaths, "Save the King? Blast! I slew him when no one could,
I did what he baid me, his wrongful majesty sook to have peace in mind, and I with the poison,
brought that in kind!"
his head rocked back and forth on the rope,
"give them a chance, all god-speed with hope!"
the Feen died, sparting his last words,
no one heard these, and so he went un-heard.
the King was harsh and bitter inside,
he could bare no more,
he must flee the country-side.
he knew of no better way,
so he sent the sly Feen on his way,
baid him to find the strongest poison and pay whatever need be,
to help save the poor King, from his conscious,
which marked him with sin from within,
he lusted once over the young fair lady, but sinned and
had an affair with her, at the time was marry,
but as time went on, grew darker and darker in heart,
til one day he could not take anymore, and had himself poisoned,
with the worst in thought.





The Feen had obeyed his King in more than one order,
he had kept the secret and laid her life down for him,
and when dieing had sputtered the last words of her alliance,
to the fallen king.


"I'll see you in the after-life my King,
I will see you and your handsome face, with mine, hand in hand with yours,
rejoicing and praised be it to the death that freed us both,
for none could know, our adulterous acts,
sept us two, The King Killord, and his concubine the Feen...