No, not in crowns of gold, silver, diamonds or indigo,
But, color The champion an oath painted in a rainbow.
Flowing mane; a helmet of eons in purple mauve-lous
Paint his eyes, love; irresistible Irises to the righteous.
Then, hue his infinitive silence in the “I am” of speech.
Turn into red chartreuse, living water in his kingdoms,
At the wedding of the crimson lamb of eternal wisdom.
His regal radiance pomp and power, pantones of color,
From Alpha to Omega, pouring myrrh from alabaster.