Thought
Crown and power of mighty king
Whose glory court musicians sing
Audience, favour widely sought
By flattering nobles at his court
To him food served of finest fare
And only shining silk he’d wear
Challenged in battle win assured
With flashing glittering bloody sword
Under coloured royal standard fought
With knights and soldiers for support
King saw his chance and entered fray
But cruel fate would have its day
Dismounted from his steady steed
Fatal wounds would make him bleed
Crown dislodged and armour stripped
Pike pierced skull and flesh was ripped
His naked body draped like a sack
They loaded onto horse’s back
Five hundred years his old bones laid
Under earth where his flesh decayed
Forensic science scraped and scanned
And proved they were of Richard grand
True shocking tale will surely show
How bodily pride and status quo
Are hollow, brittle, lifeless bone
Of lost memorials carved in stone
Real crown and royal status found
Far beyond soil’s earthy ground
For thou art regent Self sublime
Enduring blink of history’s time
Prayer
O Lord strip away my poisonous pride. I am your sword and care not where I fall. Use me as you want for this five minutes of privileged play as long as your gift of glorious presence is with me.
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