Precisely

Where have you gone to now Henry?
The way got dark and bent
With a wish on your lips and
invitation to nowhere
on your merry way you went

Then came the words from Lord Jester
Stuck in the mud
With magic carpet and
trusted colleagues you
made fire by the old place of the mountain

You were answered with keys from heaven
Resisting temptation to enter
Sensibility you wrote documents
telling of wolves and Marjorie's
fancy court of elephants

The grail resided in the lair of the fire witch
In her eye you saw the golden ashes
And your ears fell prey
To her lyrical tales
Of how she had switched them at birth

When the Lord of chambers fired cross your bow
You ran to the only arms
That could bare the weight
Of machinations you had
Been preparing for an age

A whisper came as candy to your lobe
You could do nothing but fall
Through the flooring
That had been prepared
To collapse upon your first entry

Bargaining for your passage to Napolean
You prepared wisdom and
Fanciful things to dazzle the eye
Of all passers bye
While they forget their reason for coming

Now you herald the coming of purpose
Standing on a stool to
Boost your majesty
And fool the gallery into
Believing your folly per annum

Gone to visit Mr. Knowsbetter
You sample tea
And count your talents
Preparing for battle
To secure your place in the pages

All the while hoping that at the Queen's dance
you will make quick steps
Light conversation
And not run headlong
Into anyone who truly knows you

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