Crowned Heads
For those who find their mind cracked
The peculiar who seek the flame,
and see excitation in the bold attack,
To light a torch beneath their name.
They see themselves as proud and bright,
yet do not honor truth, just fame.
Nearly all are wrapped in their own sight.
They will read these lines as if a game.
Yet still, within this storied tome,
truth may spark some well earned shame.
Some my stray from a central home,
Too boldly at large, unable to restrain,
they cross the line, and speak oblique—
A lunatics voice, moonstruck again,
And thus, as critics’ doubts may speak,
as crusaders in unbelief they feign.
These with dreams in diminished size,
in movements, though unframed…
such autonomy may jar their eyes
When God denies them eternities claim.
WoPoLi 
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