NonethelessA Poem by JasonDay1975
When the enemy charges the gate, and inside the keep, the daggers of the court secretly slide from their scabbards. I do not shift my gaze, I do not tremble. For I know that at the end of this day, I will stand vigil over a kingdom of dust and memories. But, A King, nonetheless.
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