Salut moi ami, je suis riche
And yet i remain humble
Unhased by the praise awarded by my comrades
As in solitude one’s ego inevitably crumbled
The canyons venerate by means levitated
By the elixir of prosperity duly inebriated
Penetrated the clouds from which beheld a magnanimous rush as within a gaseous mountain beheld magma girated,
Elevated in demeanor though ensnared In humanity’s bliss,
Unstoppable as the falls of hades impelled by Persephone’s kiss
Strength, sheer might in which withstood a vipers sting
As deemed a vessel of clarity’s sight
Shall one be revered a prudent king.
