Crowns the King

No aimless wandering in deserted barren lands,
The servant lonely, forlorn, ever vigilant,
Waiting, biding his time
Wields the ancient sword in the defense of righteousness.
The intrepid wanderer fulfilling a destiny laid out in ages long past
Wearing on him mile after weary mile coming at last to journey’s end.

The land is desolate; the inhabitants bereft.
Fatigued from battle, the king comes to his own once more.
By his hand there is healing;
New life takes root.
Coronal joy celebrates the victory.
The flowering tree graces the new dynasty announcing fulfillment of promise.
New life supernal crowns the king.

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