THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING

There was a man named David, who lived like a King, he fared quite sumptuously, he wore a mighty ring, from special blood this man did come, not like yours and mine, but blood which coarsed through wicked heart, though 'pon him the sun did shine, he swore an oath, to forces dark, that he would always be, a force of evil to reckon with, a force 'gainst you and me, he had his way for all his life, and no one could deny......that David was a special man, not even his decrepit wife, for many years he roamed the earth, and left a wake of death, wherever he dwelt, one thing was sure, his odor would be smelt, an odor foul this man did emit, like suphur from a hellish pit, I ask you now, to tell me who, it is this David is....?