Beware the gold, the crown, the eye One is a king who is loath to die Ford the darkness, scale the wall Two have a friend who is foe to all “Leave me alone! Please, just leave me alone—” The serpent, the saber, the fiery light Three will storm and rage and fight Alizeh caught a marble column around the middle and sagged against it, pressing her uncommonly overheated cheek to its cool skin. “Please,” she gasped. “I beg you— Leave me be—” Always the jester will interfere For there cannot be three sovereigns here
