Drinking With Kings

Princes drank fine wine. Prophets broke bread, The honorable ones sat at the table. Armormen told tales of great battles won, Bestowed by Grace. Noblemen spoke of Wisdom's Beauty. Poet's words danced from the Spirit-Lord. Heaven allowed none other to enter His Domain. Once upon a blue moon, Delivered no closer than the outside of the courtyard, Sharing the ground infection serpents. Staring plainly at the external doors. Rags that clanged to my flesh, Shame I was named. Only to believe the insincerity wise tales of the Pasadise Un-Eyed. Thorns crowned the Rejected King, Clothing of blood placed on Him by choice. Scars became His robe from the people whom called on the same God. Arms spread wide, Tilt of the head, Eyes closed for the final hour. Temple's curtain ripped in two, Doors slam opened, Stonewalls trembled in fearfulness. My disgrace fled into darkness, Rags of mine crawled into the earth. Quests of drinking with kings have been established only by Pierced Feet.