Overthroned

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I have nothing to juggle, but broken arms.
Your majesty, my king.
No longer will I be charmed.
The knight has come I just feel that sting.
Slices through both legs, and the veins in my forearms.
Why queen do you laugh at, but not with me?
He forethought of you not revenge.
The moment too soon he will flee.
For you will join the left no avenged.
Prince can you not stand up to a fools gold?
Admit tight grins yes to I who fought for you.
Arrow after archers bow you stole for trade, and sold.
I am not but a merchant you monarch dead for due.
Your eyes lie not as your heart cannot do much, but rue.





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