So I will set fire
to the castle,
and paint
the parapets
in flame.
Moats will dry
to dust
in the inferno,
and the knight,
once white,
will be black
with soot.
I will reclaim
the treasures
that were stolen
from me,
with brimstone
in my voice
and scales-
once more-
across my chest.
The day of revival
and reckoning
has come.
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