The King

high up on my throne,

deep inside my keep

i delegate the nobles

and the peasants in which they keep

my constituents must be happy,

for its their blood and sweat that's paid

so the priest's speak of guidance

to help teacheth them the way

my gauntlets are forged of iron,

yet gilded, solid gold

if my kingdom is to thrive

to see the young turn to old

my walls stand as lookouts

to assailants far and wide

they give us shelter from oppression

and a place in which to hide

the arm's at justice,

they help us all unite

in case the questions comes

"do we fight or do we flight?"

my gates intake substance

to help us all grow strong

then extricate our wastes

to allow the cycle to move along

the syncing of these systems

are the duty to thine core

for my reign has limitations,

I can't handle much more

so look towards the senate

to find the being in our cause

and leave me to my business

in preventing my sudden pause

for this system is chaotic,

it must delicately be managed

to procure for us a future

and avoid it being damaged