- Kingdom Lost -

Where she stands

a servants hands

have strewn the floor

with rushes soft

and flowers four

and through the glass

bright swaying grass

that drifts in sun

so blinding white

that there is none

who keep their sight

when gazing out

upon the hill

with creaking mill

where wheat is ground

and made to bread

and sparrows sound

when none is said

and over fields

where soldiers kneeled

before the King

and glory searched

so they could sing

as on they lurched

in ragged line

for desperate sign

of kingdom lost

and courage found

and human cost

as horses pound

into the ground

of where she stands

a servants hands…