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Ladies and Squires

It is my pleasure to introduce he who bears the Amulet, the slayer of Rongon

As you know him and love him

Bloody loved them sirens as well, didn’t he?

The one, the only Shalim!

He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the

Don dada, combater

And I never let em off the hook, rather

Took ‘em out, good looking out

Carving out a brand new nook

See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

All hail crown prince Shalim!

Scene setter, given the good fortune of the weather

Our prince now rolls through the realm

And at the helm it’s a top-notch view

True

Scoping out the kingdom with my hawk eye

Do a little barter of Bangali cloth

My true love Ashira back at my side

Pride swelling in his chest

The specter rests beneath the sheen

The light of the land Shalim

He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the

Don dada, combater

And I never let em off the hook, rather

Took ‘em out, good looking out

Carving out a brand new nook

See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

All hail crown prince Shalim!

Cool on the throne and equipped with a team Of

The finest minds this side of the siren’s island

And I’ve spent many moons trying to find the right path

Hermit with a staff, nomadic wanderer left behind

Within the cave that the oracle chose

And slowly the prose draws to a close, so it goes

Stone cold

Never known to show mercy to foes

Burdened with thirst and whole lot of anger

I knew what to do as I picked up the dagger

All the terror and oppression my people have felt, dealt with

Shelter the helpless

All manner of position now safe to speak

No more shall serfdom plague the weak

Seeks collectivization of farmland

And arms hang dejectedly no more

He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler

And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the

Don dada, combater

And I never let em off the hook, rather

Took ‘em out, good looking out

Carving out a brand new nook

See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream

All hail crown prince Shalim!

Onward on his path and pass the scholastic temple

Where Sidium’s citizens mental

And physical abilities are strengthened

Based on a system of reciprocity

Each to his need, each according to ability

Teaching the seed and affording them agility

Reaching the peek in supporting the fertility

Keeping the peace, the forging of stability is crucial

No more the role of the pupil

Natural leader of men, he feels well in his skin

Just then, a member of his council approaches him

And he’s trying to get a word in private

Although he received an assignment

Suggests that on matters where opinion’s divided

Whether it would be too bold to propose a vote

Should’ve seen it creep through the smoke

The days now drag like death

Stench of which is filling up his nostrils

No apostle he can trust

The dust-encrusted crown lies heavy

As the age-old aphorism states

Plates align tectonic

No beauty in the sonnets, now stale

Features frozen up, withered and pale

And physically frail, branded by the burden

Shalim the bitter twisted optimistic no more

And what he’d sworn he would abolish he embodies

To the west on a distant shore the seed of rongon stands

Veins bubbling with vengeance for the broken tusk

Sure as the sunrise melts the night

Day gives way to the dusk