The Robe

Majesty and splendor flesh did hold, power within palms upheld proclaims bold. Basking in anointing, dripping upon his robe, stained hem dragging upon dusty roads. Flowing in the breeze the essence of power, where the most evil would turn away to cower. Sitting in a garden the lilac scent etching it's way in, passing by crowds with no understanding a sacrifice for sin. Out stretched arms beads of sweat pour down, miracle after miracle the teaching of gained crowns. anointed feat of Jasper and cinnamon remainder held for the tomb, Upon the rock tears of blood, alone in the dark understanding the doom. The rooster crowed three, eyes wide to see, blood stains this dirty robe until the new one be. Placing bets cloth for cloth obtained by mystery hands, the mystery of this robe is still present for none aware of which land.