Author John Heath-Stubbs A king, this is Mihyar, A king, his dream is a palace and gardens of fire. Today a voice that has died Told of him to the words. A king, this is Mihyar, He dwells in the kingdom of the winds and reigns in the land of secrets. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments