26
Jan
The Ruler
The land is all his.
He is the ruler,
The leader,
The King.
The ruler measures out his kingdom,
Judging what is his,
And protecting those within his bounds.
The ruler counts it out,
Leaving no amount unmeasured.
His decisions are clear and definite.
And without him,
There would be no distance,
No kingdom,
No domain.
And so the ruler sits and waits,
Until he is needed once more.
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