He Who Would Be King

She wept as silent silver raindrops fell
The velvet corset taut upon her breast
Her dark locks clung against her skin so pale
With choking sobs she tried to catch her breath

She cringed to see his wicked greedy smile
He pushed her off the bridge to let her drown
She tumbled down and down for quite awhile
And by so doing he secured the crown

Then with a pompous flourish he did ride
Back through the windswept storm into the keep
Rushed madly to the castle for his bride
When a bolt of lightning caused his mount to leap

He split his head upon the cobbled road
And ne’er arrived at his splendid abode