Royal sex

The mist covers as the blind squanders
Goals of the misfortune slips under
But luck hadn't played, it had no script
so he ultimately perspired to kingly sleep

The prize: a trance with the royal maiden
a sensual fusion of their private heavens
He tunneled through his vision and saw through
A blind man unamazingly saw through

The inception of a new royal era
The people married its queen god Hera
And light glared through the hell
A peaceful time covered the love motel

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