Lack of Daze of Whimsical Part 1

The priceless prince was pondering a new world order to the land of smitten desires. Managing both fire and ice to the ethos of the pyre as he bled the fountain of truth. An appendage overstepped falling from good graces over the acres of feudal topsoil. But escaping from the brush to a land of lush had always been on his mind. The evil magistrates sequential cast by an alloted vote took him by the throat and shook him violently. The belligerent King stole his last princess to be, but carefree as he was, he knew she was only a grub and his mate predestined by the clan lied in a foreign land over the ocean. To get there he had only to dream and in his mind's eye he wandered in wonder. Or so he thought that this dilemna was caught between the kingdoms of winter woes. For when it came spring, he would finally be crowned King and they would cast out the berating belittler...