Clarity

There will come a moment when the veil will fall from your eyes.
Royalty will be ursurped by fortune; we know this as acceptance

… look to the coming of the ursurper,
a herald for a falling throne …

- CLARITY IS A SHOCKING GIFT FOR THE TARGETS OF REGICIDE -

And we dreamed of it once; amusing ourselves amongst our courtiers.
Such a tiny court, the jester gone, his gospel forgotten as words.
“He was harmelss, just a bit of fun!“
Indeed.
What threat need there be when we, ourselves, hold ruin within our grip?
Clarity?
There it is, in silence; the clarion call
Of the fleeing panegyrist; his words as useless now,
As the court he just fled.