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".