Rat King

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Rat King

Come forth.

We do not bite,

Despite what you have heard.

We do not wish to make you ill

At ease.

We hear

Our royal name

Is plagued by disrepute.

Such vicious squeals echo in

Our ears.

You lie.

Your tangled tales

Have long besmirched our kind.

Your falsehoods sought to drag us through

The mud.


Our court is here

Amid the filth and dirt.

Your liquid gold and cats' eyes forged

Our crown.


And take these words

To all our foes above:

You think you’ll see us coming, but

You won’t.

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