A familiar retreat behind well worn walls,
regretted mistakes as the kingdom falls.
The battle is over as is my trial by fire,
the damage was done and the loss was acquired.
They say what cannot kill you will help make you wise,
and that after all nights the sun has to rise.
When the sun rises it will find mirrors and smoke,
carefully formed in a well woven cloak.
Thus I stay hidden, protected, and covered,
and hope that my guise does not leave me discovered.
Perhaps the most unfortunate victim of such a war,
the heart of the kingdom lays crushed on the floor.
Hidden behind words, the cloak, and the wall,
"Never again," I shout, "will this kingdom fall!"
~A.
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