The Moron Prince

His father was the king of the castle
His mother was the queen
And he was that little parcel
That was so special but never seen

He grew up the third in the family
Behind two hansom princes
Both in line to inherit the throne
Both whose strength by which convinces

Yet early on in the reign of their world
Tragedy struck to unfold in furls
The delicate threads that held their kingdom together
The bonds which broke were severed forever

The Princes died in some foreign land
Off defending their country and
They spent their fortunes after mis-read hands
That their father and mother could not understand

So who was left but their little brother
A weedling prince, the runt of the litter
Who was never fed much nor given much love
Who of his brothers had been bitter
For he would never get enough

So in his way of dealing with his lot
He too escaped but to live a carefree life
One in which women and pleasures were king
In which nothing much mattered not amounted to a thing

And when he was through with his spendthrift living
He returned to the home for his father's forgiving
But that one thing he could never enjoy
Was his fathers favour for he was the wrong boy

My best sons are gone, he cried, he cried
The lord has taken them into his arms
And left me this weedling who acts like a snake
And slithers up to my throne, like he had made no mistake

Now the queen butted in and cried father oh King
You must forgive capricious fate for your suffering
This your only son and heir
Has returned to his family, with his loyalty laid bare

He is the one Prince who may save our throne
So as a mother to a son, she doted all day long
Cooked him dinners and laughed at his jokes
And even stood up to her husband's cruel pokes

Until enough time had passed, and his father
The king turned old
His head was grey, his ears were weak,
But while his cantankerous soul was bold
His body was failing

And all this time the snake was rising
Growing stronger on the carcasses
Left by the mother, killing others weaker
Than him, feeding his belly
Until finally he saw his father sway
Like in a stupor of faded glory
And down he struck killing him
With a thump to his heart

Now the snake king ruled the land
And the king was laid to rest
His mother the Queen was glad but old
She just saw the fruits of her invest
She just witnessed the natural unfolding
There was no valour there
No desire for higher moral standing
Just a wish to rule her lair

They entwined together till she died
And the now grew and twisted prince
Looked back at life like biting his tail
He won his desire, but to succeed was to fail
For where was his love? Where was his wife
She had left him long ago to lead a good life
Yet he would never sacrifice his goal
For her, so he cut her adrift in a cruel world

And she suffered much at his hands
Until one day she came back to finish her plans
And she took her revenge on the moron prince
She poisoned his chalice and he has died since
To be sitting rocking in his old mother's chair
Where she swaddled and fed him once
In her vipers lair

And the woman who was once to be his wife
Left the dagger there and took up the knife
And with the snake king's dying hand
Made him sign the contract to show she owned the land

Later she knocked their castle down
And rebuilt a home for children
From the worst parts of town
And the kingdom was ended with
The death of the king,
But still she engendered the spirit of care taking