Letters, Poems, Poetry, Soul

Ode To The Kings

Hark there you good fellow, you must be a stranger to these lands.
In this wilderness among us roam kings.
Revered by man and beast alike.
Tread with caution.
Their passage take priority.
To travellers, wild beasts.
To the towns people, ancestors.
Gods among men.
The worderlings seek their blessing.
The heads seek their wisdom.
The women seek their Grace.
Respect you show and in kind returned.
Lest their wrath you wish to incur.
You’d be advised to acknowledge their gaze, ’til duly dismissed.
My duty to you is fulfilled, blessings to you in journey.