A
feast of fortune
A
laugh of languish
A
tear of tears
A
misfortune of malice
A
take of treasures
A
presence of praise
A
commotion of cowards
A
bramble of braise
A
knight's good foot forward
A
rogue's stepping back
A
few flights of fancy
And
a mystics mistrack
A
hound of the watchkeep
A
dragon so deep
The
fools and their castles
The
lords and their sheep
But
when all is over
That
which is said and done
There
is but one final warrior
A
bastard named Death
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