Spring Has Come


At long last, her time
Of reign as a wrectched tyrant has
Come crumbling down
Wither her kingdom, and all shall fade away
With her tyranny;

A majestic wave of his
Hand and he shall restore the peace of warmth;
He'll ride throughout
The land, peasant life shall bloom or radiance,
For he'll provide new harvest;
Wealthy life shall bud as if leaves on trees,
For he'll provide new order;

Sailors holler his
Name, people of young and old rejoice, for
His new kingdom shall reign;
Creatures of each shall wake to his passing,
As the gold
Incrusted sphere laminates the sky;
For Spring Has Come.

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