Welcome To The World Of This Certain King Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Bring me wine, myrrh and my sweetheart daughter Annabelle,
My little Annabelle loves to listen to the voice of Salome,
Her voice, lyre and her happy serenade,
Tell my scribes to be fast about compiling the exploits of their king in his
Last battle campaign; what is a king without an updated chronicle,
Send in my little prince for his voice as he reads through his texts of
Poetry lures I, the king to a closer salient walk with the gods,
Tell the war generals to give me a detailed brief of our next campaign.

At Morn,
Send in the finest of thy young warriors so I can test my strength and stealth in the very face of battle and danger,
What have young men these days turned themselves into; so lazy, wanton and unmanly,
Off my sight before I seek thy skulls this very instant,
In privacy with the head-warrior; Oh! Sarskaas your young boys are one of the best in the region, My training sessions are truelly refreshing,
Tell this not to them lest you build the fruits of pride and treachery in their young minds,
Do usher in my seductive belles to show off their waists in acts of
Poetry, dance and linguistic body embellishments.

At Noon,
You the dreaded and most notorious King of the Valley,
I heard you was a demi-god, invincible and indestructible,
As I speak kiss the sole of my feet and eat this dish of camel
Dung mixed with fine desert sand,
When he finishes his exotic meal; bring me his head on my royal golden Skull-dish,
Usher in the wise men of the south for I want to converse with them in this
Same spirit of saliency,
Stuff the roast calf portions with a lot of herbs and spices; you well know it is the obsession of the men from the south,

At Sundown,
Usher in the different contingents of musicians to entertain my honored guests,
Wrap my 'lotus fumes' quickly so I can smoke this life's troubles away,
And see through the one eye of the gods in solemnity and blissful Thinking,
Send a servant to the head-eunuch of my harem,
He should tell my queens to get a-ready; for their lord is in good shape for Royal rumbles and more,
Oh! My faithful knights your war plans were excellent go now enjoy and Excite your souls as much but retain your honor and have the war at the Back of your minds,
Depart in peace for many a-waists in the harem lie restless,
I go in to satisfy my very own,
Welcome again to the world of that certain king.