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Sarnac Kir

The eagle flies today. His noble wings
Alone will mark the path of porphyry.
The road that bears the memory of kings
As they have born the weight of history
With footsteps deep, shadows great with glory.
The purple robes that garbed the royal race
Are newly hung to mark imperial grace.

The blood that flows within our prince's veins
Has suckled courage from our lupine home.
As Romulus, his father, grew to reign
Beneath a wolf, the flesh that formed bright Rome
Returns! Recalls the glory of our home!
The she wolf known as Ealdormere has bred
A son to wear the crown upon his head.

What legends shall arise upon this day
When he who, like Horatius, did stand
Against the battle's bloody tide and stay
His foes' advance? With surest eye and hand
He won the right to rule our northern land.
And now this power justly will he wield
As like his sword upon the battlefield.