The Minarets of Trebizond
I can still see though distantly
the soaring spires of Trebizond
I take my leave reluctantly
upon a quest which goes beyond.
The confines of my city state
where every street’s familiar
I am condemned by cruel fate
who chose me in particular
To cement alliances made
so long ago they need renewed
and so I lead a cavalcade
of fighting men. My attitude
at once humble and dignified.
Befitting an ambassador
who has the power to decide
Shall we make peace, prepare for war..
Why was I chosen for this task?
A question which I do not voice
I do not know who I should ask.
I only know I have no choice.
The powers that be selected me
for reasons I don’t understand
To be their sole emissary.
I am their servant to command.
If I succeed I will return
to adulation from the crowds
An honour I will have to earn
If fate decrees I am allowed.
But if I fail I shall not see
the spires of Trebizond again
I’ll be exiled permanently
such is the fate of broken men.
I’ll do my best I can but try.
Conduct my quest with courtesy
Renegotiate each treaty
in friendship not hostility.
My journey took me several years
Forgotten by the powers that be.
But I return to hearty cheers.
The people still had faith in me.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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