This....
snarling teeth bared
he held aloft the sheeted gold
clenched in elegant fingered fist
enraged his brother far too bold
Now I...
he breathed in tyrannical rage
the mask that he would suffocate
I am to be this thing my fate
his dark ambition would demonstrate
That Will...
in pages long foretold
the final resting place be named
bequeathed now to his brother
and nothing more remained
I am...
his declaration sounds
and with this spirit do possess
the frame upon which hallowed ground
now never will my brother rest...
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