King's Poet is chosen
There he sits
In all his finery
A flick of the jeweled finger
Sending subjects scattering
Writing decrees on parched paper
A battle here and a dungeon there
Candles flicker as Gwen reads
The Court deathly quiet
The King nods and smiles
The king's poet is chosen
Capt Rex
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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