Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes arméd through our watch so like the King That was and is the question of these wars.

See, it all makes sense
An ancient quarrel is unearthed
And so, of course, is the man.
With the land bestirred,
He who once ruled it
Must return to watch,
To be once again the guardian to his people.
Even if he didn’t rise from the grave,
The population would have to revive his image
To help them through the challenge to their borders.
This will not be the story of one man and his father
No indeed, we have not yet even heard the man mentioned.
This is a war drama, a ghost story
A tale of a land wronged
And a ghost come to right it.
So it would seem.
But this political story will very shortly become
Very personal
And this very simple explanation for the kings’ ghost,
His wardrobe,
His war-like stalk,
Will no longer seem so logical.

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