A poem about the demon of harmless actions. An empty hall with cracked columns Sits an olden king with olden heart On the throne of an ancient hollow A man just as hollowed Save a subtle fatigue that strings Still yet an emotion, a curiosity Memories of a long rule and All the things a ruler must do Little decrees, actions and needs What became of the bard in the court Who on a long moon did sing too slow Or the jester with the jokes too bold Smaller and smaller the king asks What of the audi...