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oh king oh king lets see the beast what did you bring my dearest king the huntsmen dared to sing
of course their lord did heed the word of they who sat and spoke and heard on all the cruelest thoughts one kept and how they wept and how they wept and so he says a path is made with your good grace a winning name and skulks away to spin a thread that wraps around the face and head and all the rest blocks out light and sound and even on the crown and yet the limbs are bound by tale from huntsman crafting well their trail and weakly does he ride the path with limbs so frail they're bound and failed in dappled light where old kings stepped and how they wept and how they wept and all the royal horsing men make do with what the forest brings if fox or bear or death of king on strings they lull him too and fro and gently does their huntblood flow in kind with creatures in their dens that slink away to eat and sin the way the forest always is unbothered by the lives that give and yet the same old show arrives and slowly chips away at life until the single file rows of hangers-on with simple goals deny, comply, and then accept and how they wept and how they wept that stretched their mouth extolls a loyal mantra of the soul: when line is down, line comes 'round, and always up it goes

Time is a kind of judgement

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