Young Warrior King

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.

Jade Wah’oo Grigori 1/29/10