Sudden like lightning,
the crown was stricken from your head
on a gloomy day.
And you thought you’d stand tall forever.
I saw you rise beautiful like flowers.
I saw you being battered by the worst of tempests
and the raging wind,
surrounded by the noisiest darkness.
I saw you fight them all and conquer.
Yet your days were numbered
like our days are numbered.
It’s been many years since your death
and today I cry for you.
cspellot 2006
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