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“But Sire, should Thou choose such ill shores
of penal paths, Thou risk the shade
of life; for they, when far, might seek
an ally to usurp Thy State.

“Better to chastise in word than sooner
lose Thy throne are my thoughts sincere.”
With such crafty speech, Fierce Wind sought
the mortal end of Rain and Sun.

As grace departed, Sky’s face grew sullen
with saturnine green lips of scathe.
How right thou are, then they must die,
unpardonable are their deeds dark!