O, madame
you misunderstand;
a game is not law.
this dance is not a whim.
this skill is not a rival.
Those like you,
who say they want nothing
want everything
and it isn't this greed that
offended me, my dear,
it was the lies.
You have forgotten that
you made the right decisions,
met the right people,
crushed the insignificant.
The trees bent in the wind, and
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