Excerpt from "The Emperor's Lament":

Standing here
I ask myself a question that my looking glass
Already knows the answer to...

How regally regal am I?
I am royally sound
My feet on the ground
An example for all that I see
The folk in the street
Other rulers I meet
The mountains, the streams
The moon and its beams
The oak in the wood
Like the butterfly should
All try to emulate me!

Then why do I hide in my closet?
The answer is more than a guess
That what I look best in
Is not what I'm dressed in
My wardrobe is really a mess.