Such mischievious shifts,
Are keeping lights on in the empire.
Burdens of devotion begins to show
No loyalty in flight!
Pigeons who sat
Near the doves with patience,
Stir with disturbance...
And heard squawking at night!
Such panic from antics,
Curses the mission.
None still with wings,
Prefer to lead their flocks!
And the clock tick tocks loudly,
But smother the cries of shouts...?
Their actions do not!
The crystal ball shows shock!
And the warriors are demanded,
To make all the fires burning stop!
While the soul of their leader...
Feels trapped behind doors locked!
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