A strategic plan,

schemes and themes,

circle then injure,

unsuspecting stranger,

outsmart the wolves and sharks?

A wide grin,

greed and malice light bright behind those eyes,

seemingly persuasive wordsmith,

yet intuition and paranoia warns discretion,

advises isolation and self protection.

Thicker skin,

a voice of thunder from years past calls out,

“Remember…..Remember who you are”,

must go on even through the pain,

Royals?, Such ancient terms,

not a keen to get lost in a town called, Life,

for the appropriate Kingdom Title,

seeks authentic warriors,

nothing more but Honor and Pride,

to die by the Sword,

and released at sea on Fire,

true convictions here.

Standards are of the utmost high,

for such acquired Grace from generations of plenty of gold,

the Surname of most respect,

wear the Family Crest like the most coveted Family Jewels.

Sharks and Wolves,

enemies clear and hidden,

the wise keep their wits about them,

not fooled by the propaganda, rumors and lies,

shall not be silenced nor dethrone,

high intelligence dodges the wolves,

superior physiques build strong legs to out-swim and outrun,

the Kingdom lays dormant in longing for the rightful Heir,

but much torture could lure a sinful despair,

yet solutions and wits are in abundance,

Honor and Pride act as an impenetrable force shield,

however the War has just begun.

What monstrous creatures lurk here?

Ridden with jealousy, envy, greed and hatred,

pilings of flesh,

stolen gold and a poisoned  Prince,

tyrants on high horses,

breeding monsters with blood money,

ugly ghastly creatures they are.

Dragons lying in wait,

searching for the Wise,

for the stale bread yields no fruits,

humming rattles the ancient birds,

then silence…

“To live and Die by the Sword”, echoes out

and so she marches on.