High king writes

 * High King writes *
The High King of Persia did dispatch
A messenger on white steed fast
To Acre borne on speedy hooves
His imperial will swiftly move
Across the sands and along the roads
Past merchant caravans winding slow
Through the gaps in rock and stone
Rider and horse melded as blood and bone
Message in satchel against his chest
Brief stops for water but never rest
A mission commanded to message bring
To Acre by the grand bazaar
Where palace rises most fair
Through the gate messenger waved
Passed nubian slaves and maids busy
All fulfilling High King's will
Messenger dismounted in one bound
Horse a special place in stables found
Message delivered messenger sleeps
Knowing on the morrow he will be called
To deliver an answer from High King's harem
For within is the burning love
Which as he travels High King misses
These love messages sent so very special
Reason for messengers sent
Fresh dispatch jasmine scented
Presented to the messenger to deliver
And half a day out he passes
Another of the High King's messengers
For the messages flow like rivers.