Once there lived a King,
Who in his youthful age,
Loved to wear a ring,
That was gift from a sage.
He wore it day and night,
Both at times of peace and war.
For sage said, “It is your might.
It's your strength in war. ”
He conquered far and wide.
Yet his heart knew no rest.
For he was possessed by pride,
That said, “You are the best.”
So, with thirst for more land,
And with greed to be world's king,
He attacked the great island,
That was ruled by a fierce king.
Kissed his finger as a custom of war,
Only to find no ring of charm.
Without ring, victory seemed so far.
The mere thought of it weakened his arm.
With ease enemy struck him down,
Like a butcher, slaughtering a sheep.
They conquered his land and every town,
While putting him to an eternal sleep.
When to see the dead king came the sage,
All said, “Ring had the curse and the grace.”
“Curse and grace were not in ring,” said the sage,
“But king's faith made it curse or grace.”
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