Crown
While losing strength in faked renown,
that some lost treason I could own
then dissipate, as if my prone
were self existing, ne'er be sown!
For thy concern in mine seems lone,
as vestige gathers for a throne
and when its aptness, stressed out - shown
does wish for somnolence and loan.
Some caring of my heart disown
is only of thy trials, their moan
as righteous thought would leave unknown
because resentment hones and hones -
It's still of love I ask condone
until thy hope recovers crown.
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