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
How the World Should Work 