The stone gave power over peasants and patrons.
He had fastened the stone to a staff and ruled all,
From ocean to ocean, never to fall.
Even Satoshi's precious wife,
Had left him to be with Arepo for life.
The stone had more power than he could imagine.
He cherished and studied its magic with passion.
Courts of wise men, prophets, and sages
Couldn't decipher the magic stone phrases.
He fashioned the stone from his staff to a crown.
Its power was fame, known the world 'round.
Arepo brought peace but insisted with patience
That all of the people give homage with payments.
The king's court was so grand the fees drained from the fiefdom.
The people had peace, but the king took their freedom.
Till one fateful day, his power declined.
All of the poor had stopped paying their fines.
He went out to find them, to punish them all.
In many villages, there was no one at all.
He began to hear whispers among all his pages,
Many had fled to a different nation.
"Who could steal half my kingdom in such little time?
Don't they know that my rule is divine?"
At night, he was restless, and to his surprise,
Came nightmares of Satoshi's haunting eyes.
"This is the doing of Satoshi. I feel it inside.
More than my people, it's him I must find."
