How does it feel, my king, do you remember?
That night before you made the wish
And what about after? Did you perhaps feel lighter?
Wiser? Like a dog off the leash
Exalted, your Majesty, beyond and more than greater
All shrine, no tarnish
Your words that still matter
Those of the writers’ wish
In the Promised Land of Happily Ever After
How does it feel when you’re king but of the river fish?