The King's Song - First Edit

"I am a king," "I order you to sing."
"You shall not disobey," "'Tis obedience that you will portray."

"I ask of you my king, my song for a piece of earth?"
A king would speak truth, "Your songs are not nearly worth."

"Am I to have robes made by your tailors of renowned expertise?"
"You shall have gunpowder, fired at you by however a manner you please."

"Perhaps then, my king, a quilt, so that I may rest at night and sleep?"
"I offer you a jail cell, deep within the dungeons of my keep."

"I beg of you my king, might my song be rewarded with food?"
"Never have I come across a servant ill demanding and rude!"

"Spare my life, all ruling king,"
"What would you have me -to your ears- sing?"

"A great man of men! Undefeated by whatever the tide ought bring!"
"Unyielding and callous! To that, my insolent servant, you shall sing!"
"Forget not, filthy servant, that I am your king!"
"And by the light, It is your head that I may string!"

"I sing to you my king, but where lies your place of stride?"
"Dare you question me servant? Servants are merely destined to abide!"

"I sing, but I know not of that in which you take glory."
"It is of war and battle that people speak of when telling my story."

"Excellent my king, and what of your pride?"
"I take it in my name, and in my kingdom at which I reside."

"What of existing men, said to be born and destined for your seat?"
"A close enough man will have his bones severed from his very meat!"
"I am unmeasured and unmatched, insusceptible to any form of defeat!"
"Such insolence, servant, I shall have you strung out and endlessly beat!"

"Forgive me, my king, for your answers bring forth inspiration to this song."
"Very well, insolent servant, but I'll have you know where it is that you belong!"

"Is the king not a man of his people? or so the people's whispers would speak..."
"Unknowing and pitiful! Take not the truth from those who are frail and weak!"

"Perhaps, a story unheard, of what makes his highness so remarkably elite?"
"Stories matter not, when mountains tremble in fear at my very feet."

"Most great you are... and yet, what of your days, sire?"
"I have lived a proud fifty three years, far too great to retire."

"Then I shall sing words to a man so fiercely feared,"
"Whose ruthlessness is well known and admittedly revered."

"I invoke words that are neither for the fragile nor the courage-departed,"
"Fortune favors us both, my king, as you are neither feeble nor halfly-hearted."

"But my words will not be those of a mere servant,"
"For I am the angel of death, king, and I have been observant."

"Your part has been played, and you have perfected your role,"
"Mine has yet to begin, as I have been sent to collect your soul."

"If I were to choose words to the song I would sing,"
"They would be not nearly worth long live the king."