The gold shines bright upon the throne;
The King and Queen by all are known.
All fame is given from their hand
Throughout the wide and fertile land
But they cannot do this alone.
The quill she cuts, the knife she hones,
On parchment pounced with powdered bone,
A scribe performs her magic and
The gold shines bright.
With canine tooth and river stone
The luster and the shine is grown
To rival any burning brand
And match the royal words so grand
Through which esteem of deeds is shown:
The gold shines bright!
Written October 8, 2012 for my wife and all other under-appreciated scribes.