Dead King

	Take this scarred body
	Anoint his heirs
	Take a dollar for the crossing
	From coins in his meal

	Souls slight of coin
	Slight of name
	Then i'll meet you at the back gate
	And greet you just the same

	Take to my side
	And we'll walk on
	To where the frost of the dead king
	Weigh heavy on the vine

	Long it's been said
	That the worlds
	Of a man be his woman
	And his lands have retainers