Of Iron and a Silken Thread

I read of a king who dreamed of a man
Who glistened golden in his day
Yet all of his majesty was soon swept away
Undone by a pair of feet made of clay

I knew of a son who became such a man
Who conquered for the crown on his head
Yet all of his power too soon has fled
Iron held loosely by a silken thread

I've woken from a handsome dream of a man
Who tussled triumphant with a smiling heart
And though I'd have him always to play his part
I could not delay his time to depart
To halt his departure was beyond my art

© Matthew Schilling March 2014