Hear Ye

Hear ye, hear ye,

Bring silence to fall on your tongues!

Your Highness commands it!

Though still, pale-legged,

The Great Crown of Your Highness shines new light upon ye.

Come, see how Your Highness' throne-arms find new rigidity,

For Your Highness has spent eons, nay centuries, searching

For thine light!

Witness ye, witness ye,

Feel the shine on thine skin!

Your Highness demands it!

Though bowed, grey-eyed,

The Great Crown of Thine Highness sees you.

Come, notice the golden cranial crest,

How it erupts, protrudes and glimmers,

For thine sight!

Receive me, receive me,

Witness the grandeur of thine sovereign!

I plead it!

Though silent,

My Great Crown has a thousand bindings for you,

Come, notice my rooted hands,

See how my legs have sprouted, too,

Rooted in the Highness!

Do you see them? The High Spores of my magnanimity,

'Tis elevated, is it not?

They waft from my teeth, my drytongue,

Such refined seed borne from ages of hush!

See me! See me!

Why do I not hear thine voices ring out?

I beg it! I beg you- beg thou!

These halls cannot be empty

and mine echo is no symphony.

For what is a king,

rooted to throne

and grafted with crown,

with no court he has curated?