Crown of Thorns

The King of hopes,

Bathed in Glory and Prejudice.

His subjects cheer and raise his flag.

He was an heir,

But an heir no more.

The King of Gold,

Begins with time,

His subjects are confused,

But they are loyal

to their king,

So they march to war,

and chant his name.

The army was quick,

But they lost all hope.

They suffered thousands,

And got no gold.

Time went on,

Waging war on kings.

The people lost faith,

And so they weep.

The king of thorns,

Rests on his throne.

On his door, A mob of revolt.

His time has come,

His doings put to an end.

Alas, the king is dead.

In its stead,

The crown of thorns.