Tales Of A Troubled Kingdom

Drink of power get drunk with glory,
Then open your ears for sought out story.
Of a king in his castle long time ago,
Saddened of misfortune in the gain for an heir to his throne.
For truly now do you feel for this poor king?
When attempt after attempt with many others than just his queen,
Fail miserably time and time again.
Successful conceiving fair lasses but never his man.
Old age makes you stubborn as he falls out of favor,
And preoccupies his time in an odd sort of behavior.
Constantly training as if he is preparing for battle.
Roaming castle walls feet holstered in saddle.
This king as of now seen his daughters of plenty grow.
Soon they will be wooed and wedded every nobleman must know.
In this wise kings thoughts if a son cannot be born of lay,
Then surely he can come of battle victory.
He announces his contest in order for one of his royal daughter's hand,
That against there king these knights and nobleman must stand.
Surely now this crazed king you think mad,
But he is a warrior and at his age he doesn't fair bad.
Princesses grow restless as they lie in wait,
And our warring king against his adversaries grows with hate.