(1/2) Coronation of Cassiopeia Heavy is the crown of gems and gold instead she donned a wreath of woven vines growing queendom of voices untold building by building, roofing slant rhymes She pulled from the deck, tarot card Empress glancing across her empire to impress Forming grand scenes and telling epic tales sharing hors d'oeuvres and bread in regale Her people were tired, she sought to please as they'd fought battles, grief oceans sailed a cyclical nature she did foresee So she claimed the throne, ever so bold and planned a coronation with some time stringing garlands from shops to stronghold planting hedge mazes whose centerpiece shined gilding road symbols in wound trellises metaphors for centuries, she stressed accommodating from child to frail revitalizing that which went stale Then she paused for a moment in the breeze gratitude squeezing a heart she kept veiled a cyclical nature she did foresee So they milled about the shops and strolled through the royal halls embellished so fine then gathered to see battles unfold as she proved her strength in poetic line She wielded her words in sharp finesse which of the five would win, anyone's guess They too had voices of valour to tell as they crafted their brilliance in spells and how they moved with such perceived ease her eyes startled, for fear she might fail a cyclical nature she did foresee
2/2 The final strike passed through the threshold covered in syllables of greasy grime The crowd cheered the winner in their behold looking up, her eyes met theirs which shined A bow, as if merely a game of chess yet in retelling she may confess her victory held by a pinching nail But the crowd marched on in parading trail and for a split moment they looked so free so she joined them in delightful ale a cyclical nature she did foresee Celebratory dinner took hold silk and satin, embroidery entwined tables and chairs so fancy they don't fold exquisitely and lavishly devine eating with diamond cutlery blessed She merely smiled at their deserved rest cradling wine, she allowed exhale yet a bitter sip then seemed to entail recognized taste of poisoned treachery! foolish fiend fed in feast for assail a cyclical nature she did foresee And there she realized the truest test she fed them berries, yet they death jest She placed upon self her crowning laurel leaving behind her oeuvre of morals ascending to skies, leaves went starry her constellation now nearly mural a cyclical nature she did foresee
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The final story piece of Cassiopeia Act II! Within, the poem I said I'd write for winning Voice of Valour. And it's in chant royale form. I need a nap now. Please enjoy 💖
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