Ode to Kingship, Monarchy, & Queendom

Every king starts green,

Every emperor lean

And every queen.

I know I wane I know I fall

And yet, as King, I bear it all.

I know I ail I know I toil

And yet, as King, I ne'er recoil.

I know I'm judged, I know I'm weak

And yet, as King, not am I meek.

For there it is:

In a sheen so bold, or,

Vertical livelihood to me, in gold,

as is seen by them, u'sable to

shout, before God Must I bow.

Then comes it,

that final anchor,

the one I curse as stranger,

because He chose me,

should He exist.

But I just die, with man unto the abyss.