We are the maker of our own kingdom
The doers of our own wears
The peasants of implied actions
Jester of our tears
We are our own muses
Our own ambushes within the night
We are the king and the queen
We are the timid broken knight
There is never a need to blame
Anyone for our own demise
Being that we have created
Everything before our own eyes
Written by me on a Sunday morning full of possibles!
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