Too long a reign
You trail the wind,
Cross the seas,
Ride through thorns.
Your deadly blow,
Strikes king and queen,
Maid and man,
Young and old
In day and night.
Why then,
Come with me,
Be my guide,
As I embark on
This last journey,
Of which you know the way.
Then,
You and I will give to all,
A chance to live eternal.
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