Celestine
To whom shall the honor be given?
The praise be bestowed
If not on you?

You rule with an iron fist
Crushing all resistance
Yet the people love you
For you are Celestine

Celestine,
Last of the Akkadians
First of the kings
Unlike no other

The lands bow before thee
Beckoning your call
Listening to you
As you give the call to arms

“We march! Towards Helmsdeep!”
The people obey
The swords of war are cast
The machines set in motion

Yet before the conflict
Before the bloodshed,
Celestine is betrothed
Betrothed to Kevin

And war is swept away
Away from her mind
And peace reaches out
And extinguishes the flames of war.

Copyright © Chan Zhungyi® 1 June 2004