what is it that you think you know
about the turning of the earth?
what elegies are paved below
the solemn tidings of a curse?
what ordinary ramblings
of a shallow, careless soul
made you think the world was yours to take
from youthful shame to old?
what pittance did you seem to think
was fit for long-lost maddened kings?
what golden rods are used as spikes
to impale silenced precious things?
what simple songs were murmured
on the night you cast the crown
from the frigid heights to burning depths
when Triumph let you down?
what disappointment rots your mind
as you stare at the dawning deeps?
what deathly chills are creeping in
as grim-born angels come to reap?
what hymns will be sung for you
now that you are branded sin
because you declared us worthless pawns
where there were only men?