He enters a great hall
A simple bronze band adorns His head
All stand for Him
He sits in a seat
Made for Him
It is all for Him
And none of it is for him
He listens
He is strong
He is wise
They need him to be
Some wish He would lead His strength to the field
It is known to him
that They need Him to stay.
They come for his wisdom
They come for his love
he feels every word
he enters every story and explores the fear
When the day is done
All have been heard
He retires to His privacy
When the doors are closed,
When the crown is laid to rest
All that is left is him.
his rooms are not extravagant
his rooms are cold and empty
his solitude is his cell
Each night he will kneel before the altar
Each night he will open the skin of his hands and offer his life to Her
She drinks in the life
She drinks in the offering
She remains stone
After, he thanks Her
Then retires to the cold empty embraces of sleep
What is that tiny buffalo? 