Ends with Him

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Dripping red,
Cautious eyes can tell
The horrors of one's might,
A sullen mind's outyell.
He's marching slow
Crossing the kingdom once more,
All those names are lost on whim
This bloodline ends with him.


— August 26th, 2024

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