I'm cutting it a bit fine here (not that I can compete with Creed Malay or Oliwerko anyway 8)).
So please, I hope you enjoy reading my poem.
Kings of the Earth
supple in limb.
spreading arms
over minor
minions.
attired,
in summer finery;
heads full of hair.
crowns of
rubies and
emeralds,
and
at
autumn's
approach,
golds.
yet in old age,
naked,
they chant:
skylark sing!
and brooklet ring!
then crown me,
Reborn King!