Royalty vs the poet's realms

Of splendid thrones of gold  
or treasures manifold    
   
Of jewelled caskets    
or lavish banquets    
   
Of Emirs and rajahs    
Of Sultan and Shahs    
   
Of kings and queens    
Of rulers and emperors    
   
Of sparkling crowns    
or flowing gowns    
   
Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages    
Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves    
   
Of poor humble, docile minions    
who tended to regal pavilions    
And obeisantly carried royal palanquins    
Oh and some were real life harlequins    
   
Of castles and palaces    
of abounding gold and silver    
in ostentatious regal splendour    
   
The sidelined fanning maids in waiting    
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing    
The minstrels who came to sing    
from afar for the queen and king    
   
For I'd rather be a poetess for kings    
so to my tunes swayed a kingdom    
than I be the king of mere subjects    
and be filled with regal boredom!    
   
So I could join ranks of    
troubadours    
and sing for the king    
some folklores.    
 
A passion for poesy  
For magic of literacy