The peace-King rules with gentle might –
this hand that bore the battle-sword –
from on the throne, all lands in sight,
brings joy to all who hear his word.
The richness of his people praised,
in graceful calm he does recline
as for their efforts they are raised –
he lifts their hearts, and they do shine.
How each is driven to excel
For this dear King who loves so well.
– a / 12/5/AS46
A small sonnet for my peace-King, in honor of his gracious support of those who love the arts, and especially for his naming of the Prince’s Bard of Tir Mara, an act which has touched many, feel. Syr Yssenge mentioned this as one of his favorite moments of the Tir Mara event: “AND, Diarmaid singing The Northern Star during court. I could hear people humming and beginning to sing along with him. I truly felt that we were our own Principality at that moment. We grew up a little more and towards our own identity more at that moment.”