And thus, the king was dead
and though he had no foe
not someone to dislike him
so much to pull a bow
He only had one enemy:
unbridled curiosity,
searching for hidden treasures
in temples eons closed
Despite amounts of wisdom
one riddle he got wrong:
Are witches made of wood?
And do they also float?
So ancient traps unlocked
a mechanism so bold
as to unleash an arrow
through kingses' brain marrow
But it was way too dark
and he forgot to duck
* * *