Kings, shield ye queens
Be humble before their
Royalty they cave fertile
fields for seeds of ye
Clans to grow plants that
Would bear your name
Soften down to these
Fragile majestic pieces
Of creation.

Pick her up from the
Ruins of captivator’s
Natures praise her
Bone so black restore
In her the lost
Confidence lost within
Mirrors’ reflections
Smoothly, guide
Her away from lotions
Of destruction.

King, bow at her feet
Lean on her thoughts
For, she is more than
Her profound waters