SethWolf

"When I was a fighting man, the kettle drums they beat;
The people scattered gold dust before my horse’s feet;

But now I am a great king, the people hound my track
With poison in my wine cup and daggers at my back,

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.

The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king!"

- The Road of Kings
Poem by Robert E. Howard