The Sooth-Sayer

The start of the second century once seen sat upon his throne
this hostile, savage slayer in a castle of stones and bones,
there was his strong son with a lisp, as well as the sly mistress,
but most interesting was the sooth-sayer that history had missed,
this seer could do more than see some say, as some say they saw
and some say sounds seared the silence from behind his stone walls,
the sayer wore teeth beneath his chin and stored gems in his sack,
he spoke of futures from smooth stones but the slayer gave no slack,
this savage misheard or misunderstood, as the seer had spoken ill,
these tidings sat unwell, so the sayer's neck met axe upon the hill.