Turban Renewal
when the sun refuses to shine
and the land starts to decline
people put up a cry
the king, the king must die
young, handsome, and strong
fought everyone to the top
took a bride on the first of March
people celebrated all month long
long as crops grew in the fields
enemies knew the deal
there was peace; hope to be seen
in nights of the people’s dreams
after wizard’s been
hung and quartered
and court’s been
replaced with orders
he’s got a fortnight
to turn things around
before people burn
the palace to the ground