Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A Fool of a King

‘Twas once a country great
One which had no wars or hate
For decades Crete knew only calmness
But then a tyrant came to Gnossus
And stole the throne from the heirs
Fame and bitter glory were his only cares
To his people he lied
Only to protect his kingly hide
To many a battle, his people he sent
Unjust war and to the public more untruths went
Now Crete remains decadent and it’s people unclean
The prize won by a fool of a king