He lay there, broken,
Like a flightless bird,
The first time woken,
For a thousand years,
He's crying, gold tears,
While I watch, smug,
He had made all my fears,
Now I stared across the rug,
My nightmare he was,
And now he is caught,
I stood like his boss,
While he hardly fought,
He was a prisoner now,
I was safe from his hands,
While I make a final bow,
In his hell, he now lands.
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