Suicidal kings sit upon decomposing horses. Staring at their destroyed land delt by their own hand. Crumbling foundations lie beneath their castles, soon to be crushed under the lies within.
Blood queens lay in a bed of metal, hiding from their age. Rapped of their innocence and blamed for it.
Jesters endlessly star into the fire searching for an ounce of entertainment. Finding not but a smirk, they resort to shouting 'off with their heads!' while looking in a mirror.
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