Defender Of Our Realm

Born a rebel, die a king.
This is how it has always been.
For your days are short and your nights are long.
You still get it right when you go wrong.
With stars in your eyes and dirt on your knee.
What lurks out there is not what it should be.
Its why so many have turned and fled.
Better that than winding up real dead.
Still you took this mantle and ran with it.
Didn’t show you were afraid to get hit.
So in celebration we declared you our sire.
Pretty sure you have never been a liar.
If you had you would’ve fallen and faltered.
Rather these realms are what you have altered.
Taken violence and cast it to the waves.
Dispatched every one of these wretched naves.
Without a blade in hand or a vicious look.
It is likely why so many bandits mistook,
You for but a weak and weary soul.
That was until you raised them like a flag on a pole.
After that they knew better than to cross the line.
Instead they skirt it instead of risk a fine.
Amplified pain reflected back onto them.
So scared are they now of your evisceration.
As a result peace has been returned.
Plus many lessons have been learned.
Principle amongst them is that light will rise.
You just have to seek it out and then nurture it until it thrives!