Upon thy Kingdom I am known, the king of crimson and of stone.

With wings of black that sore to the sky and the cries thy enemies as I slay on site.

Avast I have achieved great victories and conquer many kingdoms, thy court is litter with gold and silver. Thy throne is made of fine jewels.

Thy havest the love and the aberration of thy people, thy heart is pure and righteous, but thy heart is saddened and of pain.

For with all thy richest and achievements, means nothing without one's true love, for the heart longs for it's Queen to come and take her place upon his love so keen.

To embrace her warmth, her sweet rosie fragrance, to taste of her lips her sweet vanilla nectar.

For her presence set his soul on fire and his heart burns with a fiery passion, for he will give her the whole world and more if that's what she desire, for his desire is her.
© Anthony K. Brown Jr