I, Who...

I, Who...
I, Who...
I, Who...what?
Fell from grace
Rather violently
Rolled turbulently
A sudden storm
Crashing lightning
Driving hail
Pounded tin
Stripped corn
Shattered glass
Tiny shards of which
Dug deep into flesh
A splintered crown
I, Who...wore a
Splintered crown of
Shattered glass
The color of lightning.
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