Plentiful Power

Oh, a king has died... His voice echoes on in the words of a poem. Read his wishes and memories of his great kingdom.

I have sat here, on this very gold throne,

Many a year; ‘twas ere my passing

Into an eternal slumber of thus

Mortal ichor that all I spoke to now

Gone from the surface of this saddened plane.

Yet you thus far have read, I infer: “Not

Dead.” So you may live long and earn favor.

I simply ask the Fates for the people

Before my words prosper in age and grow

Plentifully, just as how I have reigned.

The lands my kingdom spread far. Oh, so 

Far! I have a faith it continues,

Just as I furbished and guided it so.

My hands, I strived to nourish my people.

My shoulders, I carry labors for us.

My feet, I look further and trek yonder

Over the horizon to destiny.

My mind, I take to channel thoughts and dreams

To ever so build a prosp’rous eon.

My eyes, I observe attentively the 

Lacks and needs of the million citizens.

My ears, I listen acute the concerns

And grief of the youthful and the mature.

My tongue, I only use to speak the truth.

In honesty and integrity, I

Will lead with speeches and true promises.

I do all this for the glory of us,

For the benefit of us, the people.

I vowed that evérything that I do,

That comes out from my hands and mind and work

Will not be for vain and selfish desires,

But for their safety and prosperity.

Thou wilt know all that comes is for their lives.

I have the ardor to guard bliss for them.

I bring together the wisest men to

Form the greatest council; so that we may

Endow the people with clever resolves

And decisions that will aid the young and

Agéd. For I see a future that delves

Deep into a grand army and safe life;

Thus an oasis and haven with the

People beholden to my love and grace.

In my very dreams, in my closed eyelids,

I see just a blur into the future,

Yet for me, such a glimpse would be enough.

I built towers, domes, and arches for the

Expanse of our cities that I have built,

Among the lush grass and trees I planted,

And by the waters that flow by my will.

Perhaps, yon in time, my creations will

Still stand �" standing high and mighty, tall and

Grand in the power of my plentiful 

Craft, hands, and wit. I glimpse yet again my

People standing proud, for they’re my people.

Henceforth, I will be at peace finally,

Knowing the grateful heart of the people.

Henceforth, I may rest, truly rest, in the

Earth, buried and covered in the crust of

This curséd ground. Yet it isn’t curséd any

Longer, for I know I saved the earth.

Now there is a calm and tranquility, 

A panoply shading the heat of death,

And the plentiful power of my hands

Guiding us to everlasting relish.