My King

how dare you think i've deserted you?

do you think i have drawn out my eastern roots,

threaded out my desire

and lost my senses in lust?

i'm loyal unto you still, it's time

to part the ways

and close the doors,

let the breath become a fire

blowing into a volcano.

everything has been prepared like a meal,

put aside your reservations,

make soft your heart,

everything has been avenged.

remember me always,

think of me fondly

as you always have.