The Endings of Kings
Once upon a time,
There was a great king,
Who, in his prime,
Ordered quite the thing,
The finding of the fountain of youth,
One which brang eternity,
One which could hide the truth,
One, considered absurdity,
But that never dissuaded him,
He never cared about the bill,
For his prospects were slim,
He was deathly ill,
But against all odds,
The search was a success,
A favour of the gods?
It could only be a guess,
All the other kings and queens,
Swarmed his audience halls,
Using all of their means,
Having all the galls,
For they wanted what he had,
So the portions were sold,
And they were all glad,
For it only cost them gold,
Then they realised,
a horrible revelation,
They were surprised,
Of their deaths causation,
The king died first,
And they soon followed,
And they all cursed,
At what they’d swallowed,
It was poison,
Pure and simple,
It was poisoned,
By the spindle.