The sublime sage of nobility
integrity that surpasses the confines of charlatans
the birth right that breeds the lionheart
and upholds the dignity of Divine rights
lends the realm to know
not to bring and subject you to the vulgarities of knaves
have you toyed as a puppet of malcontents
and pulled hither and thither
in the maelstrom of the maddened crowds
let ye know you remain undiminished
your joys lives and long may it last
but bravery has a mind untouched by goading of foulness
neither does it succumb to the malice of gainsay tattles
or the whispering maleficent ghosts gossips and fantasies
the mud larks meddlers who muddle in dirt
for theirs is their limited theirs
the ravenous recreants in the office of them dastardlier
I shall preserve your grace in your absence
afford you the respect they deny you and themselves
which they will never have nor deserve
I will prevent them using you and sullying your allegiance
by chicanery
or by the oppressive coercion of weight of numbers
go find your nirvana with my bonny thoughts and wishes
I will ride alone into storms and high waters
and even though alone
I am still yet a Prince too much for them
I live by my words and my blood runs blue and true
and if I die I will die as a man never a sheep
and I will still have my boots on