"My corpse is just a diamond for your crown; buried in the glittering cemetery, a hopeless lover disposed in winter's abode- his vestibule of solitude, the wake of innocence.
Β Like resentment blossoms from the weeping frost -My bitter misery stains my bones in its melancholic melody; memoirs of betrayal like an emerald ring, the eyes of envy hatch from the wounds of deprivation -you shun me, you shame me?- then cast me away in starvation, a relic no longer fit for a king."
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β -"Ice King " H.V. MoreauΒ
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