Fate is fickle
Fate is funny
These things they test us
They threaten us
Old enemies
Old grudges
A sleeping army
A scorned queen
No swords or blades with this one
But red and spiders
Crimson perhaps
Todash it may seem
Somewhere my army sleeps
If this was an attack
Nemo me impune lacessit
And that my dear ellis.
Is a fact.
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