More attempts, 'tis true;
More ambitious than the last.
What think ye, O wights?
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Crumbled and decayed,
Remnant of a kingdom gone-
To you the king comes.
No glitter, but gold.
'Neath your stony gaze he duels
'Gainst these, your ancient foes:
Cold and dark are they.
The past is dead, but not they,
Servants of the Eye.
They flee. Silent ones,
Guard o'er your realm and keep it
For your king's return.
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I admit it is better fun to punt than be punted, and that a desire to have all the fun is nine-tenths of the law of chivalry.
Lord Peter Wimsey
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