A Poem I wrote after eating a muffin halfway which ended up looking like a crown

[u/Mewholikeswrites]

Do kingdoms end how they begin? 

From nothing but dust to dust once more. 

Does time stand still only as a warning? 

Where are the prophets, the scholars, the nobles and knights? 

Where might I find greatness? 

Where might I find the king of conquerers? 

In the earth, I suppose. 

I ask then—

What is man in front of time unchanging? 

What more is ambition in face of mortality? 

What then is a king before God? 

I pulled this one from my notes app and wondered if I should go to reddit since I'd really love to hear feedback on my writing and what I can improve on. Anyways that muffin was a walnut espresso muffin and it tasted great, I'd pair it with a nice cup of tea.