King’s Man
Steel sings, red drips, silence hums.A vow is carved where mercy numbs.The king commands, I heed, I go—Through fire, through death, through bloodied snow.
No name, no face, no soul to keep,A blade that wakes while others sleep.The crown is heavy, but mine is light—A shadow sworn to end the fight.
A whispered breath, a fleeting spark,A kingdom built on deeds kept dark.Glory fades, but ghosts remain—The king still lives, yet I am slain.

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