A Philippian Verse

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A PHILIPPIAN VERSE

 

 

Emperor Philip III in Official Portrait c. 1849

By Rupert Murloch

Now our mighty Philip goes
To dwarven lands to subdue our foes.
With the noble force of Oren’s Crown,
To pluck the half-man rabble down.

 

None of His foes, dare His power oppose,
Seven skies success on Him bestows.
There's no dwarven host that dare withstand,
The fury of His powerful hand.

 

When great Philip, whom they dread,
Shall meet them at His armies head.
Fear will so possess each dwarven heart,
That from their standard they'll depart.

 

Sound the trumpets beat the drums,
Great Philip now, He comes! He comes!
All His foes must fly and quit the field,
Or else unto his mercy yield.

 

Fame’s loud trumpet doth proclaim
The greatness of Imperial fame.
Fearing Him, now into bogs they’ve run,
His Justice, and His rage to shun.

 

Long may He reign, and His power maintain,
In His Empire, and upon the main;
May He live in peace, and His power increase,
And reign Sovereign o'er the lands and seas.

 

 

Signed,

[sergisala 3451]

"Even in his advanced age, Sir Henry daily delights us all with his keen abilities as a musician and as an artist. Long may he live, for his songs bring joy and harmony to Our Pax Orenia, that is, the Peace of the Emperor." remarked an old and decrepit man by the name of Charles Galbraith