No Man Take Thy Crown

Michael Angelo, Palace of Versailles Ceiling painting, Source And Credits: Photo by adrianna geo on Unsplash

my existence

is like a raindrop

in a mass of billions

I’ll be gone in an instant

a projected image

from a burning star

With a ghostly fire in my heart

bound with the iron in my blood

beaming down on planet Earth

like revolutionists on battle horse

I’m pulling on reins

treading over saltless dirt

like the ocean’s thundering waves

the clouds roll overhead

beneath a crystal blue dome

as the sun’s rays

scatter on the forest floor

I spread my roots

and all my jewels

in the mystic light

where empires rise and collapse

with the same silhouettes

that have always been cast

waning and waxing

in the spirit of Mars

like the old moon

in the new moon’s arms

but I keep my course

non-serviam

refining and sealing my works

I’m paying my dues

holding onto my crown

and let no man take it away

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