Analysis of O'Nobly King (Sonnet)

Thou beard now fresh and stained glows vivid grief,
And bloody moists thy golden muse to spoil
Of lies to thine prolong pulchritude teeth,
As beggars tainting thine majestic soil.
Dost ourselves bring aloft thou dark lifes past ?
O thee almighty ! Brings quick peace yet thrice,
Thou need for death desires thy heart too vast,
How must we folk of thine confess thou price ?
So thee, most nobly king, dost render snakes.
O dragons flutter upon thine wild doom
And day rises as thine foul throne awakes,
But weary will'st thou brisk heart become soon,
As earth amongst thine delicate soul shifts
Thou seek of stillness with thy woken gifts

4/1/13 ~ Erwin Jung