The ashes
Posted on: 15/8/2021
Seven years before long
The king that I was once
Bounced the wave and bladed the wind
The storms with gigantic arms
Behold before the little king
The folks they used to be
Bowing down and kissing the earth
With their heads above alert
To follow the little king
Up the air and down the ocean
Went the folks to fetch the gifts
Of the things that most precious
To bring up, to meet the king
Now passes that seven years
Leaving the filth, the lust
Leaving behind what once was searched
With the ashes of the little king