A new dawn today
Readily awaiting the final array
As the guard of powers I take
Its no mistake for heaven’s sake

Many a bamboozles, trouble on my way
I clear them away with no heyday
for my gallant soul arises
I survive the execrates

No, neither the situation deteriorate nor excoriate
My galore and bile and fate
I heed with an intrepid dominance prevailing my face
Dash! An ace in inchoate trace

Wake up, wake up, my abilities thee survive
Thou are gift of benison
Ain’t the battle innocuous
Putative thee, conquer thy pinnacle

The destinations short, tedious though
My will my wish my powers along
In no time thee will judge me
Pace incredulous, my prowess proved

Stranded critics shattered, near-dears resonant
Of the glory for years with established true
Adversaries proved zilch always and ever
For the monarch reigns, its his modus vivendi.