Double, double toil
and trouble.
For this season,
even the witches' potion
will not compare
to this defiled moment.
Even what was forged
through the ages
shall now be denounced
and burnt to ashes.
All that remains,
are that of anger.
Betrayal was injustice,
the culprit thus face
the branding of his name
with irremovable taint.
Now a call to fairness,
but none will pay heed.
All words that come
go down the corridors
where even echoes
shall lose their way.
And the people who hear
shall cease to remember.
As the pigeon will see
that here we do not have
a thane who murdered
out of greed and ambition.
Just a man who step
on one tale too many.
No prophecy around here,
lest one dark and secret,
so whatever happens
to the thane and
his betrayal would only be
left for time to reveal.
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