From one strand of horse hair hangs a sword to curse Damocles.
The love of cruelty is just one of the king's many perverse vanities.
All the wariors covet the dangling weapon's glint desiring to grab and sheath it.
While everyone is focussed on the stunning blade, my concern is for the soul beneath it.
The maidservant watches the suspension of death with sweat beading her neck and forehead.
Political enemies eat in deafening silence because the adjoining chamber is filled with more dead.
You must understand why power officiates the marriage between luxury and humiliation.
Empires baptize their ruling class through the twin flames of skullduggery and rejuvenation.
Speaking out of turn is not a value that the elites tend to practice or promote.
They care for your loneliness, that is why they will introduce a dagger to your throat.
Wealth is not wrapped up in the pestering matters of loyalty, it gladly rains on both gardens.
One assassin kills a duke, while the other avenges royalty, but the crown is behind both pardons.
Never be seduced by line cutting and the prestige of secret entrances.
You will end up in a situation where you can't leave much like prison sentences.
A team of determined beagles can be outwitted by one clever fox.
Nearly everything you have done is illegal, but your virtue shines because nobody talks.
My communication is not written in calligraphy, nor by the instrument of a quill feather.
It is more of a head on collision from a bygone sport where the helmets were still leather.
