O Empress to be Crowned -- No one in even in the hightest of highest hierachy could frown -- Your People from the realms of -- seeking asylum and refuge -- begs for your oracle -- the books of feathers and a leaf of gold -- the silver thread -- that marks what's unread -- or has to be read -- I'm just a -- Prophetic Sword: Noblest of Noble -- is just a deterrant and a last resort. I wish your home be restored to peace -- and swings of tiny tots.

It'd be an unprecendent honor to exchange view with your counsels of great stature and wisdom -- Lisp is the word -- Pharaonic tyrants -- Dalek look what's this -- squeak -- What's that eh? -- eww -- No, no you can't overfeed vermins -- stray pets or whatever -- No..don't devour -- what spitoon -- spew -- chew -- no chewing gum -- only few left ya okay -- get those crawlies off 'em ya -- poor creatures ya -- be moral. 

Repoussé: I prefer Silver. That's why.

A Mississippian-era priest with a ceremonial flint mace and a severed head of chief sorcercer.

The Undead Speaks: From My Court -- This Horseman of Two Swords. One for your The One Who Is Always Around You -- And, the other who leads men to glories.

I'm a just Humble Follower of The One Who Blessed The Lazarus. The Fourteenth. Look out of your window: Yes, those are Shooting Stars.