A Crown of Steel by Poetess of Olni, Lillian A Whyte

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A Crown of Steel

Upon the throne of iron and gold, 

Where banners fly, where tales are told,

There sits a man of strength and might,

The Ubar, ruler in the night.

With eyes like flame and voice like thunder,

He leads the land, a force of wonder,

His hand is firm, his will is law,

In every heart, he strikes deep awe.

The city stands upon his word,

His name in every vow is heard,

For he is more than just a king,

He is the power, the tarn's wing. 

His sword has tasted battle’s breath,

In fields of glory, in halls of death,

He wears the scars of every fight,

Yet in his eyes, there burns a light.

For he is wisdom, courage, fire,

A leader all men can admire,

He guides the city through the storm,

His presence, strong; his spirit, warm.

I watch him as he rides the field,

With sword in hand, with shining shield,

His banner high, his voice a call,

That rallies men and stirs them all.

The Ubar stands where others fall,

He lifts the weak, he answers all,

For in his heart, the city lies,

And in his soul, a strong tarn flies. 

Through ev'ry trial, and ev'ry test,

He leads the land, he knows what’s best,

For he is not just flesh and bone,

He is our steel, the heart of stone.

But more than strength, he carries... grace,

A ruler’s calm upon his face,

For in his mind, the future lives,

In every choice, in all he gives.

So let us honor him who reigns,

The Ubar, bound by honors chains,

For in his hand, the city’s fate,

Is held with care, with love, not hate.

For he is more than just a lord,

He is the edge, the guiding sword,

That leads the people to their goal,

The keeper of the city's soul.

In him, the city finds its way,

Through darkest night, through brightest day,

For he is the one, who lead us all,

Jarek, calm, serene, standing tall.

---Lillian A Whyte