Crossing great highways
Of the capital city
The king fights on
Indomitably

Thick green matter
May clog his airways
And rattle his chest
As he splutters through
The pallor of a wintery illness

December fatigue
And hungry anxiety
May grinds his bones
And shake his humours
But ancient spells
Will rouse up within him
A dragon more powerful and strong
Than you can imagine

He has made it to this day  
And he will ingest
A concoction of sugary confections
And spiced drinks
To anoint and soothe his inner workings

For he is
The King of Essex
Most noble and brave
Undefeatable by any adversary
Prepared to fight
Until the bitterest conclusion
Occupying the throne
Glowing with life