Potentate
On a throne
in the depths
of
the
forest
sits a king
He rules over the forest beings
men, women, animals, and plants
He sits gazing upon his kingdom
and supplicants come before his
and he dispenses his wisdom
to eager ears
His queen has passed from
this mortal coil
but his raven - haired daughter
and two doughty sons
aid him in his rule
He is known far and wide
as a benevolent monarch
On in years now
he still has a regal bearing
His eyes are like clear pools
which see far and away
into the woods
and into the souls of his subjects
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
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