Enough

I grow tired of knocking at ivory gates, stooping so low to crawl inside, when I can just as easily bound over the castle in a single leap, blowing horns of victory.

Hail.

Do you hear them singing?

Hail!

And the knocking continues forevermore, but not my bloody knuckles, not on their bloody doors.

Yet still, I blow the victory horns.

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