The Crown

Gravibus est corona capitis,

Yearning for that buoyant bliss.

Glistening beads rust to brown,

Smothered tears silently drown.

Archimedes embraced:

Water displaced.

Heavy is the head that conceals the frown

The king is dead: Long live the king.

Forced to kneel, 

The inevitable keel; 

Fore to the floor, a sonorous sting. 

Heavy is the crown of the head.

It only stands to reason, that one would commit treason!

Long live the king; the king is dead.