I stand there, wind knocked out of me.
In front of me: his majesty.
Quickly I bow as not to anger,
And the king raises his hand to keep order.
The room falls silent,
And the guards need not be violent,
For everyone knows how to act
In front of his majesty; it's a fact.
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The sunrise lays its beauty across the sky,
The wind steadily sways an ash tree nearbye,
The radiant sunlight makes joy to all around,
Even the mice, squirrels, cats and hounds.
The warm vibrant sun,
Out to bring more fun,
Heating the earth and its people with warmth,
And the previous cold is not mourned.
The solar eclipse,
On a day where cold nips
The sun half covered
By the moon which hovered
Comments
You capture something really interesting about monarchy here! While there is a lot of negative things to say about social convention, it does provide people with a script! And having a script can help keep the peace!
Thanks!
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