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BIRTHRIGHT
- Posted by: Geoff Holloway
- Created: October 5, 2016
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BIRTHRIGHT
If destiny deem that I should rule – a throne be mine to claim
But – for my fathers misguided loins the tragedy is not of my making, for ….
The clamour, the music wild, the mead strong and sweet, oh muddled brain what folly meet.
As from whence I came was not of the royal womb as my mother was not the queen
As fate has pierced the heart of kingdom rule the rightful heir a throne without be
For had it been that king and queen be that I be borne – then king I would surely be
In exile in Andorras valley green, my youth to bear my mothers death, yet so young and fair
For under the wing of Admiral old – my heritage told and of brother born of king and queen but with title not the throne to claim
Oh what duty bound I would if Grim the reaper were to call and king to bear to realms above - the throne unseat
It be my rightful claim - but of what shame, the kingdom bear, if throne I ascend
Bound by honour royal, the realm to uphold, my life be no worth
The kingdom saved , no shame to bear my knee to bend to young brother king so fair
Oh Death thy sting do I invite
Farewell to thee oh mother of the realm, for now my life I do take, to kingdom save.
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What twisted folly thou tongue doth spew
The King with fever fraught and life waning the truth did flow
If reaper Grim the king doth take a throne I will set for your sake
If scandal be, a brother’s rise will not be, for rise he will not but to rise from knee to thee.
The right of birth will I on thee bestow and place the weighted crown to crease thou brow to rule in manner both true and right after such battle fought with all thy might.
With garlands spread o’er road well tread your subjects wide and far with hearts so anxious await their King – return to me and claim thy right.
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Oh Mother of the Realm my heart abounds my life to spare and stub the sting of death for thee
With Admiral old and compassed for home – oh beloved Realm to thee I come.
God save the Realm
GJH 2015
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