Crowns & Scepters — Dung & Dust

Noble scepter ...

What shepherd’s staff

Sprouted gold to make you proud?

Exalted crown!

Were you not once

Bloody horns torn from mighty beasts?

Hand-sewn robes,

With soft-silk lining,

Replaced your coarse, Lion’s skin.

Pomp & majesty

Brighten your path,

Where sheep’s dung & dust past fell.

Who knows what dreams

Your grandeur brings—

Weaned from humble fields & bramble roads.