There sat the king, |
staring in vain |
at the sapphire ring |
bearing his name. |
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He had a kingdom in ruin, |
less the fruits of his father- |
he had tried to cling to it |
but was left with disaster. |
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What once was a great land |
was befelled by despair |
and ended a wasteland |
beyond possible repair. |
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The kingdom was mighty |
with strength unforetold |
guarded by dragons |
and knights infinitely bold. |
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But where the dragons once flew |
and glory-filled skies, |
they now merely slew, |
in a land filled with cries. |
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While the brave knights who'd battled |
and won all the wars |
had left lest be rattled |
and found far greener shores. |
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And left without guards |
a kingdom unprotected |
it was repeatedly attacked |
and left desolated. |
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Still sat the king |
who still tried in vain |
to live up to the ring |
that still bore his name. |