Lick the honey from his fingers
like you you kiss the hand of a king.
The honey is mixed with royal blood,
and thus many ills this day will bring.
Oh, so syrup sweet,
is the royal blood line!
Standing before great rulers
than age like fine wine.
The honey flows from the ruler
from his scepter and staff,
and from his eyes and mouth
as the starving jester, laughs.
The court bends low and crawls
rolling in the sickened sweet.
Naked, bleeding and sticky.
Such a delectable marinade for such a meat.