Crown Offering

CROWN OFFERING

The shine and glitter of the golden ring
That sat on my head so perfectly.
The people gasped and adored
That mighty crown I triumphed.
The blue crystal which nested on the tip,
That stone sparkled so dearly and envied.
I stood tall and my head held high,
I hummed the tune of the victor’s song.
The wind blew and windows shatter,
That dirt flew and caressed the silver.
The ring quaked and shivered down
That tiny face which started to frown.
The eyes so wide now in disbelief,
That mighty king now struggling to breathe.
The crowd jeered and stoned the man
That dropped down and collapsed like sand.
The crown rolled and broke in two,
That sacred ring no longer true.
The man picked himself and brushed his head,
That very man who lost all smiled instead.
With the burden gone, he sang and said,
“My every crown no longer on display”.


by The Feather Pencil Chronicles