The fancy horse can change his stand
but the cleric cannot change his cloth
nor royalty change their robes.
The fortress slides through differing shades
as do the little men who step
through light and dark,
for them, the last black sacrifice.
The fortress and the clerics
displace and cross,
their eyes on royal prize.
The hunting horse leaps in.
The king is dead.


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