The King Alexandria Poem

The King Alexandria Poem – Mad Chaos: December 1, 1998

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A Herald Calls For A Duel

These horns they whistle, they whistle anon,

Hear now, let speak your sovereignty,

That reigns proudly amongst our lands so great,

That holds an abundance of chivalry,

And so gloriously doth he abate,

Our King, Alexandria be thy name,

Thou of unparalleled heroism,

Who’s gallantry hath won him widespread fame,

Bid the Macedon populace listen,

Doust now he stand here and proclaim a duel,

Within our Arena shall be unleashed,

For our King’s viewing pleasure, here to rule,

Our enemies fate as doth our King feast,

Man thy chariots and sound thy trumpets,

Prepare thy stallions to run rampant,

Explaining The Poem

The fluency of this poem must have something to do with my Biorhythm Cycles. There was a poem made practically in the morning of today and here once again before I head off for the Gym already late is another poem. These last two poems are the least confusing probably because I’m mentally able as far as my Biorhythm Cycles go. Anyway, before I head off as the time is 5:30 p.m. let me just explain the poem that really doesn’t need much explaining. What I’ve done is just speak of a character, a King by the name of Alexandria.

To put it simply some herald is proclaiming that the King who is so noble is preparing a tournament. This tournament is like that of the Gladiator days where he forces prisoners of war to battle with each other. The difference in this poem is that the battle is played on Chariots pulled by great war horses, stallions. All this battle is for the King’s pleasure as he admirably has control over who lives. That is pretty much the basics of the story, now it is time for me to head off to the Gym.

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