Lay of Kushta, Sonnet 39
The rain was a reminder of Durkghu’s submarine threat
So while the city celebrated in Imperial style
The confederates gather’d anew in Geoff’s palace
An ornate relic of past union and peace. They all met
In the throne room of checkerboard flag and lapis wall tile
Geoff on the throne, Abner at his side, a gold chalice
Of sweet wine in his hand, and poor Jonachem at his feet
A symbolism that did not escape the cleric’s notice
But he let it pass, being early days. Geoff spoke loud
And the others were still, to hear their new Emperor greet
And thank them, and ask their response to the divine menace
For Geoff was a modern monarch, and his court allow’d
Solicit’d advice sincerely given to the Throne
Although Geoff disdain’d secret free advice for him alone.