The Queens Man

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sat in a prison of my making dark holes in piled skulls an unwelcome reminder I am nothing like that boy so full of righteous ambition certain of what was just; right blinded by that conviction consumed by my fervour I became the whirlwind danger swims in certainty’s waters sirens sing and sailors sink rapt in passions promise armour now covers what’s left immedicable wounds etched within - right can become wrong I learned to build walls to separate and preserve some salvaged solemn sense of self a sworn queen’s man duty done, I sit apart making peace with ghosts

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