In the land of the blind, with a thump and a kick,
The two-eyed king ruled with a gaze oh so quick.
His eyes gleamed with power, his vision so bold,
His subjects all followed, both young and the old.
But the queen, his love, was filled with envy and spite,
She longed for a lover, a young enemy knight.
She plotted with him in the shadows of night,
A betrayal of love, an unspeakable blight.
The knight gave her a sleeping herb so sound,
And she slipped it in the king's pillow without a sound.
As he slept, she cut out his eyes with a knife,
Replacing them with stones as black as her strife.
When the king awoke, he reached for his face,
And felt the heavy weight of his new stone gaze.
He stumbled to the river to wash his new eyes,
But as he bent over, he met his demise.
The stones pulled him down, deeper and deep,
Until he was swallowed by the river's cold keep.
And all that was left was a tale to be told,
Of a king who was betrayed and forever stole.
So let us not judge those who seek to see clear,
For the price of too much sight can be too dear.
And sometimes, the ones we love can be the most cold,
Leaving a legacy of a tale to be told.