The moment of coronation
Amidst awe and hushed silence -- steady steps of the empress-to-be-crowned
At each and every step a Crescent Sword is unsheathed with unflinching swift and warrior's grit
In the shade of the swords . . . . She ascends to the throne.
What's defeat? What's retreat?
A Decree enforced.
I'm a warrior -- righteous knows -- no shield and deceit.
You weakling and weak-kneed.
This is the day you were promised.
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