A goddess once came to me Slipping in like sin, Dreary in a lithesome dream. Telling me of what had been, And worse: what was to be, I plummeted from my pedestal As a newly prescient king. My reign was subject to fall And I, a subject to whims Of Fate, fickle and mercurial.
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