In my quill’s queue, another voice…another dance
an echo… perhaps a tap, in free verse murdering
my epithet, lonely am I as quiet settles listening
to my pulse, as I minuet with my ghost scratching
at my memory’s door, no longer my name as my shadow
wears no crown…nevermore am I
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