Crafted in honor of the His Royal Majesty Konrad, King of the East, in honor of his bravery and strength at Pennsic.
A kingdom needs a king who rules in power,
A man who’s not afraid to take a chance.
It’s not enough he cause the earth to flower
Or by his might the sod to quake and dance.
No, as the font of power, his is heavy,
The burden that he bears unbearable,
With wars to wage and tax of gold to levy,
There always seems a price upon his skull.
But give a man a crown to wear, he’ll wear it
And pay the price he must to raise his head.
No matter what the scorn and shame, he’ll bear it
To prove that chivalry is never dead.
The font of power rests upon the Sovereign
And with the Consort he has raised on high,
Till death shall take or till the world itself end,
I pray the font of power ne’er runs dry.
