the potent saffron-amber flames adure my Kingdom.
i must ache everywhere, these able bones don’t leave its sanctuary, this flesh doesn’t perish.
I must weep and wail and mourn over billions of victories and zillions of wealth.
i must command my men to relieve the blaze.
but my hearts capers with mirth, i smile, for I saved my quill & papyrus sheets tonight.
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