In a perpetual sleep

Wind chimes

Beauty fades from ocean blue eyes

Scenes of his past flows through time

Like a leaf floating upstream

Like demons singing hymes

Ostracized by society

Fear of crows

Breaking his bones

Darkness blares into my pores

Corrupted to my core

Denied visitation

Of peace and hopeful songs

Streets that once sang his praise

Now blacken his name

So kids won't remember his face

Those who bury his name in hatred

Used to worship the ground he grace

One can look back and ask

What has changed

Is it the king or the beggar

Normality has changed

His face is forgotten

His sacrifice unrecognisable

I wonder if they would see him now

If he striped to his nakedness in front of them