it seems to mine eye that thou hast lost from thy realm the most precious gift, and it is here your land weeps.

nay lord, for it is given freely, and in its giving mine kingdom rejoices. for in such a gift thy kingdom is thus fulfilled. embrace the jewel of this noble and dignified people. Hail to thy realm O King! Blessed is thine kingdom! the winter of the land has passed and the gift given is pure.

this kingdom is now then blessed. and more lovely than a winter lily in all its pureness is thine gift. ever will my people be in thanks, and will we sing of this beauty always.


*ok, so my writing is reflecting my reading habits....can you guess? *grin**