The man was a villainous creature,
One of such treacherous breed.
The land he left long behind him
Was riddled with pitiful deeds.
He left his land still burning
With furious fights breaking out;
He left it in tatters and patches
For a chance to carry a crown.
He lied his way to their castles,
With no need to draw or cast lots.
He buried all those who questioned
His varied, nefarious plots.
He exiled all of their heroes
And loosed a great evil of sorts!
That ravaged the folk of their farmland
Set adrift their traders and ports!