Shivering King

From deep within a disturbing dream
Awoke the shivering king
The wise of the land all were at hand
Can they explain what it means?
«I wore a great gold ring
And from that ring golden strings
Stretched from my throne
To everyone I’ve ever known
A silver knife caught the light
In the hands of my queen
I wonder will I be cut free
I wonder is it me?»
From long dark robes, soft muttering tones
Drifted and danced to the king’s mighty throne
«The gold of your ring like the gold of your crown
And a ring on the ground is a ring to be found.»
They don’t know