An Ode to the Philosopher King
Before there were words, there was Music.
Before there was flesh, there was Spirit.
And before Tanhkam Urrabi, there was a man with one name, Sarkan.
Yet even Sarkan was but spirit in flesh, for in him lived the Spirit of Enlightenment.
The King of the Land, Karkin Arshanti the Slave King, ruled with tyranny for sixteen generations.
Yet, on the sixteenth turn of the sixteenth sun, the Slave King set down his crown, and Sarkan picked it up.
It was on this day Sarkan granted himself a new name;
Tankham Urrabi, Brightest Among Seven Suns.
He gave names to the nameless ones, and they were His Suns, three on His left and three on His right.
Their names were Omak, Chara, Namoth, Sabbir, and Irdal.
The final He named Ensa Lotii, and she was His Seventh, He the First.
Ensa Lotii was his love, and she became Queen of the Land, may she burn Bright in infamous fire for her treachery.
Though He could see into the hearts of all men, He could not see the heart of the one He loved most;
Alas he could not know the Queen's lust for power and jealousy of the throne.
When the dagger pierced His side, He did not cry out, for it was the shock of betrayal that killed Him, not a mortal weapon.
She killed His body, but could not slay His Spirit. Inside all of us the Spirit of Enlightenment lives on, and the Great Eye sees all.
May your rest be Everlasting, Tankham Urrabi, Brightest Among Seven Suns. For your divinity is Absolute, and may your Eye watch as the Arshanti ever toil towards the Great Work.
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