He speaks with countless words, we listen. When we sleep, there he is watching with our cries, our sorrows there he is to protect.
I am one of his knights He is our king. The pillar of our domain with no gold crown and rings. Dressed with a simple cloth he does not mind as long as his knights are fed, well cared and well dressed.
Swords so blunt, but his presence is sharp even with his shadow we feel safe. A king in our era fighting a war not his but ours.
He is the vibrant color red of the rainbow after every rain. The strong pillar of Rome, with all the wisdom and courage of a thousand years.
We are bound to him, our respect is limitless the greatest Argonaut of our lineage. Our first Hero, Our father.