Hunger was all he had known,
So he ate all he could.

Riches gone, fields laid bare—
The hungry king came,
And the people fled in fear.

He devoured the grains, the vegetables,
He feasted on the beasts of the land.
Yet still, the hunger burned, unsatisfied.

So he turned to his people,
First the peasants, then the ministers,
Until none were left—
The land now barren, with no one to rule,
For he had consumed them all.

The king cried, for the sin of gluttony
Clung to his mind.
In despair, he devoured his queen,
Then the children he had fathered.

Still, the hunger gnawed at him.
Until he met my gaze,
Hoping to find relief in my flesh.

He ran, with all his might,
Falling at my feet,
And dug his ugly teeth into my flesh.

The demon of gluttony smiled.

"Oh, King of Hunger," I called.
"Rejoice, for your misery ends here."

He saw then his own hand
Within his mouth,
Felt the disgust rise,
And he wept.

The King of Hunger,
Died at last—
Of hunger.