A king wins his subjects through respect so they willingly abide A villain through fear and one day the hope hiding shall find a rebellion in them so eventually fear dies A man is born of royalty It courses through his veins But, his organs only define his sex His actions will carry his name Legacy is an admiration If he adorns his throne With morals and intentions his people hope to hold His death shall determine if he was at all a man or a boy who grew but never grew up to follow God's plan Rise and take your rightful place It is your home Lead with strength of muscles that can strain but not bones that can break You are meant to conquer within lines A gift from the Gods Use it wise So, that subjects remain loyal and your enemies shall flee No weapon formed against you, King could there ever be I bow.