God-kings, priest-kings and dragons: A poem 

Don’t have water as your daughter 

And neither as your son 

They will do their best to get ya 

Then their battle is won 

Fire and earth for priest-kings 

God-kings when air and earth sings 

There is none better than that brings 

when the dragon unfurls his wings 

If you can see the planets and stars 

to time conception to accurate hours 

I was not able to indulge in that honour 

But I don’t look at it with rancour 

For, my sword is set in stone 

Fire, earth and air borne 

That though procreation I never adorned 

To this dignity, I have sworn