[Sinacog]

There was once' a king jester; embezzling in diamond rings and stars
He had a heart of gold and stone; he was alone in his castle of stone
He laughed at his own people's deaths; he laughed with a hundred breaths
He sought death in the eye of a storm; he was a Lord
The stone castle is his labyrinth; the sabbath of black
He would look up at the stars and sun; and summon his wrath
He glided across the valley; with sun kisses and hisses
He ate the dew of the yard; with lavish and anguish
He is a king; he is well born in a star
He loves to sing; the spawn of a star
When one day; one of his people saw him cloaked in anguish
The people laughed at him; and his misery of death
The king did not know what to do or say
When the rays of light touched his crown; it was white
He became and jester and king; king jester
He ate the dew of the yard; with a smiling scimitar