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Return of the empty king.

Hung low my head
Under light of sense
Truth slow to dawn
After a dream sets.

Banished to return
From whence I came
For the fool was me
No other to blame.

Chains to bind myself
Never again to venture
A heart locked away
Secure from my dementia.

Knowledge I forsook
In loves vain attempt
Forever shall I hold
This fool in contempt.

Smile for me no more
Fate and destiny
For I choose a future
Empty in my regality.

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Return of the empty king