Golden Shroud

My golden shroud,

heavier than my

gilded crown.

Burdensome,

upon my head.

Specters watching over,

grieving and

dead.

Upon my body,

marred and scarred,

sacraments.

Vestiges of vengeance.

Mourn the scorn,

bury the abandon .

Two coins,

for a soul.

Heed the Ferryman,

pay the toll.

the umbra between

humanity and hate,

a ponderous purgatory,

the limbo of fate.

My golden shroud

glimmers no more.

My decaying crown,

is gilded no more.

No shine, no shadow,

my soul to take,

hallow.