Manisha Kudo, love what you wrote. Thought I'll share with you a response =)
300 years, the great King protected,
Like a beacon in the night, he shines the light.
Instead of grace people seek,
He is disgraced as we speak.
In the sea of blames, the great King gasps,
Blames devised through clever play.
But deep under sea, the beacon lives,
An immortal army of innocence, devotes their lives.
Mounted on their steed, forward they go fearlessly,
Their minds in the state of the awakened.
Their swords cut deep, their strength bone shattering,
They pound the falseness to dust.
Visioned to enthrone the rightful great King,
They walk through the corpses of lies.
Until untruth adopts truth,
The march to awaken goes on.