The King's Conundrum Poem by Adam Harding

Mighty is he, upon the throne,
Whose queen is fair and servants loyal;
And though he has secrets unknown,
Doth keeps them so, for he is royal.
To illuminate the darkness would
Shroud him in accusation and death;
What he perceives of his son could
Result in the great King’s final breath
and eternal burning for his crime.

Spies he on that which makes him shake
While maintaining his innocence
(Or feigning, at the least): ‘twill take
The old Lord’s fair daughter to convince
Him to unveil his intentions.
His soul is guilty, his time finite;
He makes his horrid plan, to poison
The prey, ending (so he thought) his plight…
Until he was felled by the same wine.