Oh you
Son of kings
one like none
lauded Regent
Rarefied and pure
Esteemed ordained
In Divine grace I bow
I honour the edifice within
emboldened by talent sublime
governed by a mind refined et cultured
encased in robust hue and hugely adorned

as it is it attracts the pestilence of the lesser
the gifted knows the price of renowned
as the lesser know the price of nada
so the rages of vapid insignificance
in violent tumult toils and turns
dancing with shabby shame
for in unreachable grasps
no dignity in disgrace
mere limpid ghosts
vaporizing terror
in ghost-speak
meaningless
nothings
from
who