A Tale About An Invisible King

There was a king in sheer swing suffering from illness believing not in healing melting out of season without any reason. Medicine lost a race in such a bizarre case. His moustache disappeared together with his beard. Proclaimed he a decree to his wretched breed: those who looked at him, be dead a day within. His suite escaped in awe to evade the law. In the meantime, run he down an' down an' down. Arms his were distinguished There to be extinguished. Better to run for help not to go to hell, but also legs his vanished as if by something banished. Since then he's not been seen and where himself he's been. Has not been seen poor devil as one of tramps at peril. Plain folk are really happy being tired of that daddy. Forgotten him and edicts An' odd freaks of that idiot. But if they start recalling, remember he was "holly". Sometimes under the moon a groan becomes heard soon. Nobody knows, who, where. It seems it's everywhere. The End