The scattered pages of a book by the sea

Held by the sandwashed by the waves

A shadow forms cast by a cloud

Skimming by as eyes of the pastbut the rising tide

Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.



They told of one who tired of all singing

"praise himpraise him."

"we heed not flatterers" he cried

"by our commandwaters retreat

Show my powerhalt at my feet"

But the cause was lost

Now cold winds blow.



For from the north overcast ranks advance

Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.

The waves surround the sinking throne

Singing "crown himcrown him"

"those who love our majesty show themselves!"

All bent their knees.



But he forced a smile even though

His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).

"nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."

More opened ears and opened eyes

And soon they dared to laugh.

See a little man with his face turning red

Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.