King Among Men

When I move my long words with my pen to call her, they voice like the heavy winds. My hand is nimble with the sweet accents of love and I will speak from the purest teachings of my soul.

As a man brooding with soft passions I shall be answered and my famed words of devotion shall never be kept silent. Her lovely face strike the Lord's design with a fatal blow of beauty, penetrating the measures of heaven.

O' blessed sweet virgin, how she brought me down to dust again, and with the work of her ivory hands. She recreated me from her bosom and transformed into a king among men. She poured me out in heavens sanctum of gold and silver seas and clothed in royal garments of scarlet rubies and jade dragon emeralds

Before the high insightful skies, the invincible Apollo gave the golden soul of the sun to her. She my days are ardent spirits that breathe such a peaceful nature. When the sword of destiny tried to spill my blood in the circle of heavens arms, and lay me to rest in an earthly grave of weeping moss. Her pledge of love ordained me king so I now sweetly laugh at death.

Copyright (c) Kevin Brian Wright 2008