One King - Glass Hammer

So the elder had filled

His head with tales

And led him wrong, led him wrong

Thus the quest for glory

Was put aside

But not for long, not for long

For many a night he awoke with a fright but

Time heals all wounds

So the question remained

And unresolved

As days went by, months went by

And the feeling retained

Was something hard

To classify, classify

Suspicion of something

Majestic and full of wonder

The tugging of fate, to seek out the great

When none around him

Showed themselves

Worthy of

Following

Came the time

Dreams were born

Visions of

One man

One King

One Man