He came to me one night as I sat in the dark,
and poured into the empty mug I was holding,
drink of this I was told, as the fire burned in his eyes,
for within it is the knowledge past down through bloodlines of royalty,
of which was not the mention,
only that my visit was talk amongst the panel,
of ability and power of that I hold,
the look I gave back to him turned hell in...