I Am King on Witch Mountain

Silver saddle, white horse, sword at my waist,

Drunk in the spring breeze, I marvel at beauty’s grace.

Transcending the mortal realm holds no fear,

Even at death’s door, I’m the most enchanting here.

I’ll settle both court and martial world,

And quell threats from within and beyond.

Kingship and lands are not what I seek,

With my beloved, I’ll roam at ease.