They close their eyes and breathe in

They spite each other without reason

They reach for arms and strike themselves down,

All uneven yarn without barn

They dream with eyes wide open

Waiting to cut down those who dare to follow

Like shark they stalk round their prey

Until their bodies are battered and grey

Confused minds wonder in awe

Greater minds will frown and look away

But no mind dares to speak

For fear of being cut down

By the king that wears no crown.