When the old king was dying,
he wasn't quiet and just lying.
He didn't let himself down,
because the king told people:
"My grandson will possess the crown".
Of course, everything
for the young king was in a beautiful new order
and he probably thought that he
will be happy once the crowning is over,
but one night he had
three dreams - different, and close.
The first- about men,
who make clothing,
the second - about men,
who have to find pearls,
and the third - about men,
who have to find jewels.
The king didn't want
to wear the crown and coat,
but on his horse and in the streets
he looked like a goat.
In the church magic was
made by the sunlight,
and the young king was crowned not by
the priest, but by someone with bigger might.


Valeria Valentinova Daneva