Story of a king who is slain in battle. His death brings a terrible curse on his realm.
KING SIRA
A king falls gored by darts of fire
The skies rain soot; a foul gas coils.
It rots pure buds; grey lips ooze tar
and split rare trees that waltz in joy.
Man howls for life but sinks to mist
Gales hurl the ash of once high lords.
O woe gilt souls who drift here blind
The red ghoul stalks to slime his prey.
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