A king wins his subjects through respect so they willingly abide
A villain through fear
And one day the hope hiding shall find a rebellion in them
So eventually fear dies
A man is born of royalty
It courses through his veins
But, his organs only define his sex
His actions will carry his name
Legacy is an admiration
If he adorns his throne
With morals and intentions his people hope to hold
His death shall determine if he was at all a man or a boy who grew
But never grew up to follow
God's plan
Rise and take your rightful place
It is your home
Lead with strength of muscles that can strain
But not bones that can break
You are meant to conquer within lines
A gift from the Gods
Use it wise
So, that subjects remain loyal and your enemies shall flee
No weapon formed against you
King could there ever be I bow