Ailing, fading, my time approaches,
Taking me from things that I hold dear.
Illness takes me, claims, encroaches
Upon my country, my reign, my time here.
I leave behind my queen, and progeny
To secure my throne and vassals,
And I pray most earnestly my legacy
Keeps them from needless battle.
But I fear my son, my prince, my heir
Shan't be deterred by my intentions.
Thus, I must, while I linger here
Rush to alliances to ease the tensions
To lessen the chance of his campaigns
Embarking to expand our borders,
And thus ensure that his coming reign
Sees our dear country left in order.
For to pass is of itself dismal--
Though that I can accept--
But to know erelong my people follow,
When their lives could still be kept
By the actions from the Katterin throne
Would render any afterlife a hell,
For melancholy not e're afrore known
Would forthwith find me there.