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It Echoes Through The Room

Poem (Canso): 

“Long live the king.”
It echoes through the room,
Hanging so the prince’s voice will loom,
The shadows on his face ever-changing.
It was passive; it seemed a harmless thing
when the prince emerged, cloaked in his gloom.
“Long live the king.”
It echoes through the room.
He draws the blade that he will swing,
Too eager to consume
The life of the man whose crown he can assume.
Crown on the floor, unsuspecting.
“Long live the king.”