All night he said ‘Choose!
Kneel and worship me
Jesus the Great, King of the Jews!’

No mat let alone bed,
no bread let alone feast.
Yet you, no matter what,
would not co-operate.

‘All right,’ he said,
‘just kneel down is all
and let me place the crown
upon your head!’

There on the mountain top
when the sun rose in the east
and you said: ‘Stop.
That is your crown,
this is your world,’
did you lose or did he,
O Lord of the Night?

Or did we?

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