What songs are sung in the castle of Om
What great deeds remembered there
What strange tunes are played on their curving flutes
What devilish rhythms they bear.
I once begged alms of the king of Om
who sat on his regal throne
That smile he had, so bitter, so sad,
He rose with a terrible groan.
I'll not tell what he told me in Om
for shadows dwell in their eyes
But I knew I should go when he whispered so low
of the treasures of Om and the wise.
Tale Told 