Crowns of mortal kings last longer than their wearer's life
Standing firm as their rulers bend in earthly strife
Such are symbols of power and worth
Molded jewels and gold
Tyrant or triumphantly just, power they do hold

People are guided or trampled by feet that rule atop the throne
Outstretched hands strangle or stretch to the future, either loved or loathed
Who will guide and who will run through
To ruin or history
Such are the woes and wonders of the people guided by mortal kings

Crowns of mortal kings you stand, undaunting in your shine
The only etchings in history of your wielder and the exploits they leave behind
Adorned with blood, with fingerprints
Of dynasties come and gone
Crown of gold, ages old, as history rolls on