The Waters of Lyons

Stood high in the land of lavish and grandeur,
Of wealth and stature...
Where...
The finest dine,
Belle of belles clothe,

As mirrored by the lion in your name.

At the tip and cream,
Of limelight and ranks...
Shine in morning light,
Glittery in dimmed,
Glamorous, conceited not of any.

Magnificent Chateau warmth like your victorious crown.

A house for Cathedral...
Of nature I supposed,
Your waters so still, tranquil, and cold
Almost a ripple... not,
Even if pebbles and coins dive.

Sworn from birth, this Kingly habit of yours.

Offerings of chocolates,
Fresh flowers,
Sunrise and sunset,
Feathered strokes,
And chants.

My sight witnessed, delivery only to your honoured armour.

Tears,
Hails,
Blazes,
Whirls,
Slapped unto you.

Trade for a ripple of your majestic, failed.

Magnificent,
Victorious,
Glorious,
Majestic,
Kingly.

The waters of Lyons.