White hair and pale eyes to match,
Deep lines in your loose skin
Marking many winters of the body
And many more of the heart.
Mam can I ask about your chin whiskers?
Were you of such a beauty in youth
That in age it requires new roads to travel?
Now that you’re eyes are unclear
And your legs unsteady,
Majesty comes pouring off your face
Now that your words make no sense.
Don’t worry mam I understand now,
You were somebody’s queen
In a kingdom long fallen.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 