September Recluse

“September, be good to this old king,

He who hath lost his way.

I have traveled so far, sans everything,

Lost his darling daughters to lions called men,

And was impeached by my wife and brother.

I was kicked out of the heaven I made,

And now traverse the land I built for them.

But they spit at my crown,

And I had to abandon my gold cloak,

For some food and rub my face with dirt,

To lessen the scowls I received from my subjects.

I am alone and I am unloved,

So tell me September,

Will you be good to me now?”

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