The Kingdom of Many

I understood the measure of a man,

The bearings of burdens and lifetimes of entrenchment he would not sway,

He laid on a heap of hooves and the heels of his enemies.

The weak would perish and the princes would conquer,

Hereupon the words of a child, he knew no truth,

The Tyrants dwell in the heart of his demise,

Of birth and mirth will he not pry?

The giving of Love and the passage of Pride are whom he seeks,

For Death and Destruction are but a whim.

His sheep would gather and the voices of many were heard,

"Don't call me Daughter!"

"Don't call me Righteous!"

"Don't call me Eternal!"

"Be at peace," said He, "Watch the Dandelion grow,

Rest easy by her side,

And wander no more."

"For if a King should be alone, then his courage will fall."