Young Warrior King
Upon the anointed Young Warrior King
Treasures and trust of Olden Rulers
Are bequeathed as Time’s Ancients look on;
The time has come, Destiny’s course set.
The Dream King’s trident churns his waters
To engulf the deniers of change:
Those staunch echelons of refusal
Who live in known death, in fear of life.
Queen of Delight quivers at the thrill
Where honor is meted to courage,
And love is reserved solely for those
Who survive challenges to be met.
Teller of Tales spins Stories of Old
In the Great Hall before hosts gathered,
Who await freedom from tyranny;
All hopes upon he adorned in red.
Healer, who was wounded and made whole,
Counsels the Elders of dangers seen,
Where willful avoidance is perceived,
To seek and embrace with forgiveness.
Central to All, the throne resplendent
Where sits wise the Magnificent One
Upon whose golden mast are tethered
All their spun cords of power and place.
Lacquered red, his Warrior King’s armor –
Sling, sword and arrow adorn his side.
Saddled, his horse hastens to ride the night
Towards the Old Guard whose banner is raised.
Beautiful and full with Wisdom’s gift
She lights his Warrior’s path to ennoble
That which is virtuous and worthy
At this spinning the Wheel of the Age.
Celestial forces align, this night,
And invoke Earth’s Souls’ awakening.
From this mark is Fear’s shadow shattered;
Knowledge and Love shall rise triumphant.
