The Adoration of the Magi

Rest, layth he, the holy one,

Rejoice the birth of Christ,

Flanked with angels, majestic son

In ritualistic feist

Three kings appearth from journey’s far,

With gifts to present thee,

Divine beings, dost float in stars,

To pledge legitimacy

The magi chased an epiphanial being

And unbeknownst to them

For he, the son, shall be a king

Of church, the land and men

The fleak lay fallen in his sight

A kiss bestows his pash

Jesus, born, he is our light

A cross drawn out of ash

Sing ho, sing ho, the majestic child

Worshipped and adored he was

Mary revered, but ensconced she smiled

To birth the heavenly son.