But the mission is complete.
I hope that my liege isn't as harsh,
As I am on me.
My eyes are playing tricks like when I was guarding,
All night the trinkets of a great lord.
I chased the thieves halfway to their own front door,
And would have gladly fallen on their swords.
But that is how my self-doubt shows itself,
As a function of the great deeds I have done.
Except where my own hubris undermines,
Any chance at succession.
And it's alright,
This feeling will go away after a night's sleep.
Unfortunately that's not coming this fair night.
It's far too close to dawn, my daily job to keep.
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