King Nothing
Once upon a time
Some Thing committed a crime
For which penance can never be paid
A place; where the past sleeps
Darkness; make fire and see
The bonds; between now and then
One day, the state, heard the case
And the pleas; of a man
To retain his mane; and stride
Walking, the bent line
Watching, co-incidence; inside and out
Spinning and tracing; with my arms
The circle; with three
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