There once was this man, a servant of light, 
He saw himself wise and gifted with might, 
And maybe he was within his old land 
And so his confidence got much out of hand.  
  
And foolish he was, this servant of light 
To dwell into darkness, with water on sight 
And blinded by greed he heeded no warning 
And now all his people are deepened in mourning.  
  
But oh, they don't know..yes, fairness has spikes 
It can be painful and deadly the moment it strikes 
For darkness did not attempt to abuse 
The treasures of light, no matter the use.  
  
And now, in this time,  the soul of a king 
Burns in the graveyard where spirits don't sing 
And now all his people cry "It's not right" 
When all darkness did was punish his "light".