leaden tendon
Halt their’n breath when approaching thee,
For I have transgressed far beyond
comprehension. You claim to match my wit–
My strength–
My POWER!
And yet your soul reflects naught.
Prove to me, extortioner.
Prove that you may stand on the throne
beside me.
Prove that you are **JUSTIFIED **to
rule those beneath you.
Show me that this isn’t just a hoax,
as currently betwixt the royals
and peons, you stand among the
ladder.
Now, let's commence the final sanguine
act–proving yourself worthy to me.
Bare thy fangs.
Sound thy call.
Tonight is the night of nights–
In which one of us falls.