Throne of Thorns

The burden of leading. From outside the throne looks like a crown; underneath are the nails. Every eye is on him, the leader bleeds first, and if he rests for one day the people who ride on his dawn are gone. He lit the first fire himself and cannot put the crown down, nor hand the dream to someone unseen. The turn at the end: stand beside, not just behind the throne; share the care, and the thorns will bloom when he stops carrying alone.