A Dark Day in the Castle

The grass waved in the wind,
The trees began to bend.
The storm came very quickly,
Our king, eminent yet sickly,
Began to fall like a hickory.
The cook was quick on his feet,
Yet was not very discreet,
Was found in the library,
Began to speak with sincerity.
He was sorry for what he did,
They then killed his kid.
He vowed to take revenge,
But his life was put to end.
The King was not personable,
Yet could often be reasonable.
Was now lying in his bed,
Where later was presumed dead.

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