The Eighth King

A demon king
On a giant hog

Leading an army of orcs
His battlecry, red, visible
In its range, the orcs get berserk

Reaches the eight castle
Gets inside

There is nobody
There is no king

Gets into a room
A witch appears

She says
“This is the last one, for you”

Kills him with a piercing blow
A nail, several inches long

Right in the demon’s neck
Everything goes black.

The demon king’s soul migrates…