Eulogy to the Great King
The witches prophesied to the great king
That one day he'd wear power's ring
However his time would be cut short
By a creature from a far off port
The king thanked the gaggle
But he was known to haggle
When the day came to take that throne
He would rely on his nation alone
Before his time the kingdoms all traded
But when he took hold that luxury faded
"Those far off ports, have sold our country short
I shall push these tariffs through the court."
Daggered words exchanged, tempered and rude
Retaliatory fees dropped upon the king's grown food
The nations crops, left to rot
It was this action that began the plot
The prosperous kingdom's bounty of rations
Now cost too much for the far off nations
In desperate need they looked inward
And started farming in ways absurd
Their own animals reared and bred
A petri dish in which the creature fed
The tariffs demand that more be produced
A sinking hourglass for denizens reduced
The tiny creature released and spread
Silently moving from sted to sted
From animal to man, then man to man
The fear of its spread began to fan
Not my problem, the great king claimed
Were not his people who were lamed
"Young people fear not", he said so bold
The virus only takes the infirm and old
The creature took hold, lungs asphyxiated
Still unaware it was by his own hand he was fated.
The great king died, and thus showed the nation
That ignorance of the world is self-assassination