The Monarch
The Land is My garden,
the army its warden
the forces I command.
My Power is in My Hand,
and none that dare
in My direction glare.
My Reign rests Absolute
I invite thee to refute
My very Might.
I am My own Right,
and none that dare
in My direction glare.
My Prerogative I wield,
all who oppose shall yield
and for My Will bend.
Alas, I too shall meet an end
but none that dare
in My direction glare...
c 2001 - Willem Bogers