Emerge anew from the writings of old,
Weave their words to tell your tale,
Make their phrases crass and bold,
Show no mercy with your gale.

You are more than flesh and bone,
Your blood is ancient still,
Time to conjure up your throne;
Bend these mortals to your will.

You have stardust in your skin;
Ancient magic in your soul.
You were put on earth to win,
But only you can make you whole.

So hold your regal chin up high,
Adjust your battered crown,
It is time to touch the sky!
No mortal here can hold you down.

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