The Throne and the Tide | A Poem

They came adorned in golden grace

with whispered myths time won’t erase

Their feet untouched by soil or stone

their voices hushed in hollow tone

And we, with hands like empty bowls

offered silence, bartered souls

We bowed before their borrowed light

as if it made the darkness bright

The wind asked the tide one night,

"Do you bow to the moon’s light?"

The tide just laughed and swayed,

"I only mirror what is shed."

So tell me now, when you kneel low

is it their strength you seek to know?

Or just the shadow, faint and thin

of all you’ve always held within?