No braver knight bestrides Atlantia’s borders
Than he of golden lions, flanking a cross.
Sir William faces foes with head unbowed
And bravely questions faults in those he loves–
When ego mangles truth, his voice rings clear, 
His counsel buoyed by honest words, and just.
So coax him from his hedge, this gold tressed guide,
And thank him for the years of smiling toil. 
At list field, hearth side, and council bench he labors
To raise Atlantia’s folk, whether base or royal. 
His shoulders bore the burden of our failings–
Now let the light of triumph grace his brow.
For human and beast testify to Billy’s kindness,
And his rivals show the marks of sword-work swift.
This goodly Knight has shown himself a servant
To the sea and land that form Atlantia’s realm.

A golden dolphin named
At autumn coronation
Abran King and Anya Queen
Now sound the exaltation.

Done this first day of October, Anno Societatis 57 in the Crowns’ beloved homeland of Caer Mear

Artwork by Kolfinna Valravn
Poem by Lanea
Artwork Exemplar: https://www.durhamworldheritagesite.com/learn/architecture/
cathedral/intro/sanctuary-knocker   The Durham Cathedral Sanctuary Knocker

Poem Based on J.R.R Tolkein’s translation of Gawain and the Green Knight, edited by Christopher Tolkein, stanza 31