Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #23:
See my greatness! It's chiselled in stone
Hear my chariots fight for my throne!
but since poets and bibles
have demeaned me with libels
It's for pride, not for glory, I'm known.
And unveil Lorick #24
In the air o'er the seas is my place
A good omen 'till slain in disgrace.
But my murderer met
With eternal regret
I was hung round his neck - cursed embrace!