Bone King, Sawolhord

From my kingdom the sin of greed is born:

I heard said from an odd dream long ago

That I seldom collect how it end, though

It start with my flesh lorned from my bones

And the kites from the fir spire bundle

My ornery heap, upon hull and hold

Along with my garbs and stole plumed with gold

And fell, pitted ‘gainst the flaming mantel

And some celebration thereafter play,

Of warbling hymns and wistful dance with which

I thought dragging, while the filling fire stretch

And I woke from it at the light of day;

And I knew not what this dream might relay

Yet know it to be a vengeful curse,

For the frontier at the far merse

Was rode easy with a bray

And scoundrels leak into my kingdom,

And word had bellowed from my sister lands

Their shores invaded by savage hands

And without christen to hold them off from

And from the pane, thin Sawolhord, so torn

For days without feed for the land to lord

For my son, Deorlic, with once honor born

Had took all for himself and crossed the ford

And from my battlements, the throat gorged

With those who want kill me for acting idly

From the embrasure, shot a bow wildly

At the siege ladders that came fore and fore

And I lit a fire beneath the trapdoor

Watching the tower chimney the dredge

And their crying croaks, and ashes overhead

Had painted my face and covered my pores

My back behind the ledge wall, where my thoughts

Mingled with all those portent dreams of mine

With once of Luftymea on my thigh

And then on breast till when the dream was lost

And my queen, whose hair pitched a blonde sheen

Gives hopeful lee to my dreams and daydreams

And her tress was there in the sunlight beams

‘Til clouds that shutter the sun reveal the screams

Yet I can sit still here, covering both my ears

And cap my crown that feels of unholy thorn,

Lord of the kingdom wherefore greed is born

And let my ashes mix and away from here

And with the trance of smoke, I turned to bone

I filled the air, and jaundice the ether

And blow a-gust into the pyre whirs

On the fire where an unknown was throned

There a ceremony commence shown

And dance by a promethean fire

Ashes mine seasoned in the fire

Blazing gold with desire

A savage on the throne

Fat, and full, had squat on my bones