The Righteous King

Clad in iron, stonewalled keeps, maidens in the court

Archers notched at every tower, guarded is this fort

Moats are deep, stocked with beasts, waiting for a fight

Meade ‘a plenty, grains are stored, feasts fall through the night

Strong, the souls who dance within, twirling in the dark

Every word, the King who speaks, never misses mark

He is who they look upon, he cares for all his own

Taken, not, but given, ‘twas, his golden crown and throne

Danger lurks for those who seek naught else than only rule

Love, it conquers fear by end, the doubter is a fool

He may laugh at those below, but jesters jeer inside

Ignorance shall be his end, where pride and vain collide

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