My palace under the Garden
where I reside and grow,
but I am not given credit
as their hidden king below.
My rule is one of subtlety;
the cloak I wear won’t stay.
So I give my realm a greater gift:
how to find their way.
Those I hunt have never fought,
instead they come to borrow
the truth about an apple,
of which I say to know.
I do not corrupt my lands,
and I certainly will not hide.
They can choose for themselves;
I am just the King of the Other Side.
My palace under the Garden
Where I spend my days with pride
I give to my subjects only what they seek:
The wisdom of the Other Side.