At the Inner Circle

Beyond the factories and trading towns,
Beyond the leaden wastes and silver sea,
Beyond the dukes and kings of petty crowns,
The land from whence the world is ruled must be.

There, forests echo nightingale airs.
There, cities brim with soul and solemn mind.
Within walls carved with every kingdom's cares
The palace stands; therein the law's defined.

The guard Imperial are knights unmatched,
The throne of Empire, carved from solid jade.
The Emperor sends, by falcon-swift dispatch,
Advice most wise to all deserving aid.

His world is ordered by a perfect mind,
While caves of ice keep heart and soul confined.
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