A Court's Lament

Should a king, doth rule with fully secure
When all shalt be gone, no one to hear?
No king is he, that doth rule then
No more than, then ever a hen
But then doth king, loose of secure
Wander amuck, riddled with fear?
Or doth in supremacy in holy grace
maintain that visage, upon its place?
Aye, then rests the lemant of the king 
Who doth not wish, but more to just sing
Among shattered windows a glory unfold
The lives among saddens which be untold
So, lay, lay, the lemant of the king
What do thou know of such a thing?
Then take hold, the strength of the heart
Which olden king, shalt not ever part
To stand among weight such unhelp'd
He hath grown strong, and be unfelled
He hold among the stars alight
With people's lost hopes, doth he fight
So such is the fate of king so bold
Yet name forever then shall take hold
And when his time has come at last
He shall not become just of the past
For bells shalt ring on many ashore
And many a eye shalt then abhor
that which hath taken, so unjust
that which stood when all was dust
And as new light strikes yonder bell
The people, they see where they fell
they reel, and run and start to shake
The world breaks in the quake
And doth the people now not abhor
the world built without shiny moor?
And in terror they doth reinstate
He who shalt lead them by twisted fate
Category:Poems
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