I saw the idols
coated in moss
As I made my way
through the opal forest
Was once weak-boned
all frail and oblique
Now made out of stone
like these figures of Kings.
I sang the praise
of my idle ways
As I trudged along
the belligerent stage
The audience slouched
all bent like weak trees
While I attempt to be righted and stoic
a true example of royalty.
The Dim-Lit Path
led to lurid moments.
The Shaded Path
led to illumination.
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