King
- A drop of blood on the marbled snow
A baby's hand caught on a thorn:
He cries until His meet those loving eyes;
His mother laughs to see what she has borne. - A trail of blood on the marble snow:
A monarch reigns in a court of thorn;
He cries until His meet their cruel eyes
His courtiers laugh to see what they have torn. - A rose's blood on the risen grass
A monarch reigns in a palace tomb:
He smiles when His meet the women's eyes;
His angels worship in the fading gloom.