"oh, the kingdoms I would bring down if my sword was not dull;
if its blade was sharp and blazing -shining like the star Canopus.
my coat of mail crafted out of diamondized tears -
-hardening with every strike, multiplying with every strife;
drenched in the blood of the ones reigning supreme over my body and soul."
fantasizing of wars declared for a mind under a siege,
of slaying masters and kings alike to reach the gates
that with impunity prosperity is tucked behind
(stolen and hidden, anticipating a worthy champion)
sanguined fingers and palms will lead the way
to the alcove with the succor of astral paths-
-a lap of luxury awaiting the fear-free combatant
but alas, in the end, the slaughter would have been for naught,
there will always be a looming threat over my kingdom,
like a Lernean hydra beheaded and ghastly re-formed
(heads always worse than the ones before).
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𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗬 ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
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