Zadok The Priest

Here he stands.
Giant among men,
spanning lands.
In grey clothes and folds of web.
Black beard and piercing eyes.
Copper skin,
and an iron soul within.

Clad in historic awe.
As great as unceasing waves
that hurl upon the cold British shore.
Unblinking eyes widen and crease.
The gold beam from his head
cries "I am Zadok the Priest."

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.