When the blade went through the skull’s wearer of the crown/it went through it as if it had been a soft water pour // he saw the shadow move from his right to his left/as he knew that nothing would be felt // the writing began when he calculated that it was over/when his brain was laying on the floor/bleeding // it was important that when this be done/the written words be considered having been written from death // the king watched the whole thing very carefully and thought to be right that everything had been written after he died/he asked for the note // the page who brought it to him made best effort to wipe the blood off/it was still warm/as the new kingdom was born/and the king drank the first container of blood
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