An Ode to Urgot

OK, it's not really an ode. But it's a poem for him, the most Gorian person I've ever met.

Disciple

If blood is power
then you are a king,
leaving your crimson marks
upon everything
en masse.

If rage is fire
then you are ablaze,
sending forth brilliant sparks
towards everyplace
you pass.

If Belphegore is forever
then your soul is immortal too,
watching the rise and fall of monarchs
and in everything you do
kicking ass.