Be careful when you draw close to the king
Like the sun
He can give both light and burn
Even to those he offers his ring
Never be too far from his side
All men are weary of the distant follower
And the king is but a man with the ultimate insignia
The rhythm of his heart must dictate your stride
There are many courtiers jostling for his attention
Know all he hears
By being his preferred ear
Words feed thought and his thoughts command action
You are the Hand of the King
Your touch must be gentle
Your fist must be fearful
Even to the king
– Osasu Oviawe