“Noble Absurdity”

Glass floors and iron teeth,

people made of stationary.

This is what he dreams about.

A cat that’s lost his grin,

an eagle with no eyes,

a throne divine,

and a map that never lies.

What does it mean?

Golden skeletons with white crowns,

laughing upon stallions made of blood.

A prince with one arm,

standing amidst the chaos,

clutching a black ribbon.

He’s full of despair,

alone in this fight.

But it’s just a dream,

right?

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