The troops' morale is broken,
and we've allowed the tar-toothed barbarians
within the gates; Hope is the only
mother left.

Our sisters are running on legs freshly ravished, and
only finding solace at the edge of other swords unsheathed;
our sons and daughters bashed or neglected by vague clubs
and empty hearts.

They've crept through sidewalk cracks in ceremonial glory,
black faced pons marauding through the streets; the
King of Yellow Teeth stands stoically in the town square to
watch success unfold.

We will soon be usurped, and undoubtedly locked outside the
gates to starve and freeze on the tundra grown roads
that lead to this dwindling city that once shared a twinkle
in God's distant eye.

Your castle walls are being pulled down by
rope-wielding gargantuan, no-neck monsters that
tower over our finest statues, and your harems
reek of rapine..

I beg you to beg forgiveness, and perhaps
no torture will ensue; besides, the Royal Guard
seem bloated with betrayal, and my trust in them
is gone.

Breathe in! It is the flesh of our wasted youth,
burned in a sacramental stockpile of thin legs
and awkward stances; at least they started with what
we could afford to spend.

Sire! Quick, behind the hidden throne, your guard has
re-entered in altered garb, they're cloaks now red and
adorned with tails and horns, oh what have
you done?!

Oh, but I am loyal, Lord. These capricious drones
will have to run me through before they
have your crown; don't worry, this digression from peace
will soon end...

And so, with my rusty rapier I defend the death of
a civilization unmatched, but the snarling beasts are too
much for me, and my bravery bleeds out from my
belly, completing the ultimate failure; and all for
a dream of solitude.

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