kings die

and regimes change.

long gone were the days of

sparkle and awe.

the horse whip and horsekeepers are discarded

to make way for the olive laurel

and bowls of gruel.

the existence of the stablemen will soon be forgotten,

remembered only by an ageing generation

who may even be lost in the spirals of time.

we can lament

we must let out cries of protests

but when the king orders us west,

we will ride west

and when the northern wind blows,

we will sail along with it.

the sun will set and

roses will die,

change is nothing out of the ordinary.

i bet the dark abyss of time has seen many changes

and heartwrecks.

and now is the time for another.

ideality just took another beating.

but we will not despair,

for there will always be another route

for us to ride and sail and troop.

west it shall be,

when all the north, south and east

have been trekked.

hopefully

the king knows what hes doing.

Go RVNCC

embrace whatever the future may have for you

I have faith in us.