Dismal Courtier
His light is not the brightest
But his title is heavy.
And unknown.
His state is weak
And dreadfully mysterious.
Not knowing if he’ll go good or bad.
In consequence, he’s avoided.
Dismissed and looked over.
Even targeted if seen as a threat.
An outcast.
Accordingly, he gets to be the conductor
In this social experiment.
For he feels the hate of his open Enemy.
The fear of his elders.
The worry of his parents.
The lack of faith from his spouse.
But behold!
He’s an advisor to Our King.
Not over table talks
But through sheer energy.
Absorbing all of this life
In this strange land.
And issuing it out to the Creator
So the torchlight shall be befitting
When it’s his time to rule again.
If they but knew.
But then again,
This prophesied recognition
Wouldn’t be as genuine.
