I kneel before your majesty,
Subordinate that stands submissive.
I feel the floor of our complexity,
Born again my rise becomes aggressive.
Your reign pulls on all of me,
Mystical tether that makes me fly.
Insane I am blessed with clarity,
Welcome that tightens like a silken tie.
From my worship I look up to just see,
A strength that looks back at me.
I stand up to stare down at thee,
And reach to invade your governing body.
In your hands I lay in wait,
Conquer this undiscovered country.
By your command are these estates,
Intimate spoils of diplomacy.
~Ebony
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