Opening a book, page one opens and I now reawake. Leaving for adventures sake, where fantastical creatures awake. Legendary battles they will partake, epic stories, they will make. A great king will rise to power, yet he will fake, now the lives of his people, he will forsake. Their furies and frustrations, will oscillate, like a rattlesnake, As the king sits upon his throne, realizing his mistake. Oh, now he will leave behind a terrible wake, as he will be cooked upon the stake. Along with the witch he turned into a hotcake. Oh, what a fate, the king surely must hate. As he burns to a flake, falling to be scooped by a rake. I must now put on the brake, as it is getting late, and into another day this story I must take.