There was once a prince of mishap, who was also the king of accidents.

Under his rule, his kingdom covered in brimstone and fire and his catalytic impact

Was a girl with Medusa like eyes, which had frozen him like ice and stone.

He called forth a wizard, a mystic who dealt in cards of obscurity and irrelevance, to answer him.

The wizard offered mystic revelation, but the Kinged prince never understood the best advice and was lost in the eyes of the great girls Medusa like eyes.

He crossed the stars, shouted thunder at Heavens, asking for a sign.

Such was his excuse for not doing the obvious.

He crossed mountains and rivers, trekked through marsh and rain to find the answers he so desperately sought while there was there the entire time.

He tore through books to find a cure for what ailed him, for he was blind.

He was deaf. He was dumb.

As his kingdom continued to fall to ruin he continued his search for enlightenment, which he thought was fruitless at every turn.

He wanted direct results. The blunt king was stubborn at best and could not see past the fact that he was flabbergasted at the sight of this girl with Medusa like eyes.

The mystic continued to advise the distraught prince of single-mindedness

The mystic concocted potions and constructed his wit about him to solve the kings,

But still the stubborn king wouldn’t listen.

So it goes that amidst the chaos of his kingdom the king ignored it all in effort to find what ailed him so.

And the answers were in front of him, with the druid’s rhetoric.