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Baron of Light,
King of Slay,
Forever to guide.
Your face,
under mask,
Such a rare and secret jewel.
As all are trained before
we know,
The light will always settle.
Just call upon,
if class is right,
Unless you’re lead astray.
A silhouette is seen
in radiance.
Forget the crowd,
for they’ll not care,
And gawk at true life’s troubles.
None remain,
stand in back,
Before the great show starts.
A theme of
The flex of hated hearts.
He calls to his lady,
“I see your face,”
A Baron of Light,
a King of Slay.
As is the modern messiah
in his play,
Here to light and save the way.