The king weakly grasped his glass
As he took another sip
And smiled through the speech
Leading a room of his people
Generals and advisors
Through stilted secret plans
Devised in a war room
Depicting the fall of the enemy
Of his people
His generals and advisors
But with an expected smile
Despite the poison
He had been sipping
Because he would be gone
Long before the

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