The Sovereign's Blueprint

I burned the maps that led to where I stand, Scattered the ashes with a quiet hand. I seek no praise from voices in the street, Nor need the validation of the fleet. The gates are shut, the drawbridge pulled away, I leave the restless crowds to noise and play. I do not toil with muscle, sweat, or bone, To hew the shape of monuments from stone. I hold the vision clear within my mind, And summon forces of a different kind A sleepless army, vast and cold and still, Who weave the tapestry to suit my will. I am the architect who walks alone, Who validates the mortar and the stone. I trust no "feeling" in the turning screw, But only what the fire proves is true. I cast the weak material aside, And let the physics, not the ego, guide. Let others trade in smiles and easy lies, Or seek their worth in other people's eyes. My worth is in the structure, standing fast, A fortress built to weather and to last. And if you find the work I leave behind, Trace not the man, but only know the Mind.