The King and his Realm
Ever onward does he look.
Witness to a single splash of sunlight.
Undaunted he is, even in the face of evil.
A coward not, resting upon a throne of amber.
Leaves of gold fluttering from his mane.
An oak, brother to time and seer of truth.
As ever onward does he look.
Witness to a single splash of sunlight.