My weary heart,
beset by clouds,
the rain threatening
to crash down.

My regal heart,
stoic and proud,
bearing the sword
and offering the crown.

My gentle heart
cries aloud,
embracing the pain
as he falls down.

My heart divine
parts the clouds,
swinging the sword
and wearing the crown.

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