Untitled.
The rogue, the aesthete
The diamond he chanced upon
The tip of the lance and the deathly trefoil
Fighting to belong
The one who reached acme
Banished to the floor
By the jealous king
Sitting above them all
The chosen few
The 52 held dear
The sad duo of jesters
Discarded even they too are here
This house of cards
Built high upon lies
Holding 54 hearts without love
Living only to hate and despise.
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