In my struggle for self no one else truly cared
or truly shared in the fullness of my wealth.
If not for the wisdom of being truly self aware
I could be snared by the truth of someone else.

Therefore I was crowned king of the castle
whose Crown Jewels of poetic life rule the world.
Freed from a bond of ball, chain and shackle
to rule a kingdom with gates laced in royal pearl.

As King I will judge what is just or unjust,
within a royal court from atop my royal throne.
I am he upon whom I place all of my trust,
and being King means I sometimes stand alone.

Wherefore I am the author of my finished faith,
the lifter up of my head should it hang down.
The shield and buckler opposing all in my way,
in defense of the king's castle and royal crown.

I am the one who once broke all of the rules,
only to refine them like diamonds in the rough.
Then set them in gold and sport the jewels
of poetic life about my royal cuffs.

I am the one seated amongst the stars in the skies,
or so it may seem to my own paternal few.
The gazer of stars reflecting from Raven's eye's,
an ebony fowl beholding life, wondrous and new.

I am the cloak should her pain need cover,
her shoulder since one early September's morn.
Amid tragedy all the world would soon discover,
born to avenge all those who died on 911.

Perched upon my shoulder sits my royal Raven,
companion unto a journey of kingdom come.
Her ebony wings unfold to reveal a royal haven,
a feathered black where all time has just begun.

Amid her wings I saw visions of life born anew.
A bird's eye view of soaring angels taking flight.
High above the chaos of a tortured few,
two castle's fall soon to shine as beams of light.

Illuminating darkened skies for blinded families,
who seek to spy a loving angel hovering above.
Raising her torch stands the Statue of Liberty,
atop her copper pedestal, blazing a fire of love.

The stars burn bright like holy lights of amber,
beneath a cover of night amid a Raven's wing.
I arose from her ebony feather's of September,
to the castle where words of life reign as King.

And to capture the dream within my kingdom,
for I am the giver of light to a darkened path.
I am he who rules with jewels of poetic wisdom.
Maker of wine from the sour grapes of wrath.

The anointed, bringing life as from a scripture,
he who is crowned to be the royal King of kings.
I am a thousand words giving worth to a picture,
and the words of life that make freedom ring!

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