Gluttonous King Nimi -

A small city, on the outskirts, left to it’s devices

Malodorous stench in the air

Effigies of Gluttonous King Nimi burn in the streets

To add to the fetor that hangs there

At the center, behind fortress walls

A black keep towers above

In the gloom of these putrefied halls

The swollen king sits in the rot he’s deserving of

His throne room is plagued with disgust

Remains of the food he consumes

Cover his festering flesh with the crust

Of fluids and filth releasing rancid fumes

A dark secret hides in the kitchens

'Neath throne room floor

This gluttonous king has acquired

An appetite for the poor

The screams of children are heard from within

Chilled to the bone by the sound of the screams

A knight’s guardsman runs through the kitchen doors

In moments his eyes find a sight

That empties the contents of his stomach upon the floor

«What has become of my once beloved king?

I cannot allow this to continue anymore» — knight’s guardsman

The guard searches the kitchens for a knife

«This king does not deserve to die by the sword

I have to end this horror, it burns in my soul

A sickening end to the oaths that I swore» — knight’s guardsman

With murderous intent, he approaches the throne

He can’t help but retch at the sight of his king

In the darkness he creeps and remains unseen

Until a flash of light reflects off of his ring

«What have you there little man?»

— King Nimi

«A blade, to end this grievous madness!" — knight’s guardsman

The knife plunges into the king’s flesh to no avail

«I'll take the blade along with something you’re attached to.»

— King Nimi

The guard feels the sickening grip of Nimi on his arms

With razor-sharp teeth the king clamps down on his hands

The flesh is sliced and peeled away in seconds

«Now you will work in my kitchens, and earn a second chance!»

— King Nimi

He takes the offer, with fire in his eyes

«Yes my king, you will feast like never before» — knight’s guardsman

A feast a flames, and bubbling flesh

Prepared for him beneath his throne room floor

Now Gluttonous Nimi, unable to rise

Burns in his throne, laughing all the while

The guard stands there and stares into his eyes

«I will watch you burn Nimi, even if it takes my life!»

— knight’s guardsman