Crown

When I was born,

I am vested with guidance

By holy guardians

And my Master.

Still now and forever.

10 decades ago, the day I was young

I am rejected by the crowd,

Poisoned by soltitude’s power,

And I was foolish searching my harmonizer.

Eureka! I saw the panacea!

Coated with angel’s antidote

While walking at the crowd’s cold dessert.

So blessed I am.

21 years ago,

I won the battle at grotesque dawn

Against the chief of demons.

So the crowd got astonidhed on my show.

14 years ago, the day you were born

I am extolled by the people

As the descendant of heroes

I am framed as their archetype.

Now, I’m a doddering fighter

But my soul holds a holy fire

I shelter no precious stones

But a grey hair as my glorious crown.