Silver runs Through ancient veins. Moon-marked blood Bound in chains. Born to lead, Not to choose. Crowned by fate, Cursed to rule. We remember Thrones of old, When the Nation Did as told. Now the crown Cuts like glass, Echoes haunt A shattered past. Voices murmur Name and sin. Kings go mad, Still endure. We carry law In tooth and bone. Rule by oath, Not by throne. Luna watches, Cold and bright. Judges kings In silver light. Though the world Turns against us, The blood remains. The line persists.
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