Those who say you are made only of
murder and mayhem,
battle and blood–
they do not know you.
That is who you are, yes,
but it is not all of who you are.
You sing to us of what
will become the future,
telling tales of war and peace,
life and death,
success and failure,
and in your hands you hold
the knowledge of the warp and weft
of what is yet to come.
You guide he who is to be king
into that position,
conferring the role of sovereign
onto that man both blessed and cursed
with the dread yet awesome weight
of responsibility for a nation.
There is so much more to you
than violence and death,
though I do not dispute that these
are essential parts of your nature,
but you are not a one-note caricature,
and those who think you are
need to spend more time
getting to know you,
seeing all your faces,
and acknowledging you as much
‘Foreteller’ as ‘Frenzy’,
as much ‘Kingmaker’ as ‘Killer’,
and as much ‘Victorious’ as ‘Venomous’.
These are names by which
you might be known by,
and it is not until one
can know all of you that
they truly do you honor.