The Ceremony

Sparkle sparkle

A lion, wounded

Turtle turtles

To its bedded end,


“Lie down now

Grown lion”


on this coat thrown

From the leaves torn off

Then left over

By the latest turn


“Heed its roar

Proud lion”


Your throne of skies

Autumned, and apposed

To the day gone;

A blonde kingdom stripped


“on your head

Crowned lion.”


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