The King’s Crown
Molten gold, bright like sunlight,
The king's crown resembles twilight.
Celestial stars drape the tips,
Pockmarked scars from age-old slips.
Upon a pillow of scarlet red,
Under a box of a crafted glass bed.
Cylinders of silver and swirls of iron,
Adorn the spokes of the great towering spires.
The pride of the kingdom, never been stolen,
The crown of the king, lovely and golden.