Princes

Every boy plays with fire
To rain it down on his enemies
and letting forests burn and strip lands
of the wealth and power
but to leave them with the beauty of the dancing.
The glory of each battle between each flicker
Let each of your enough the independance of it all
to remind you of each death it’s brought
and life it’s seen in.
You may not get to see tomorrow
but you will be allowed to dream of it.

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