Lion was I, my

Hands filled with necks of villains,

Whelps before me kneeled.

I … neglected to

Honor my sons’ widow, my

Crown and wand concealed,

So must I rise up,

Claim my misdeeds, darken my

Eyes, my wine, unseal.

Wash my clothes in that

Burgundy broth, with meat fill

My belly, lie, sleep.

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