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Incense
The boy kneels, the air thick with incense,
his lips moving through half‑learned prayers.
The crown waits on a cushion of velvet,
gold glinting like sunlight on water.
The lords murmur, the bishop lifts his hand,
the boy’s eyes follow the drifting smoke.
It curls upward, soft, unthreatening,
a scent of sanctity, a promise of peace.
Years later, in a stone‑cold cell,
he breathes the same smoke —
not incense now,
but the dust of his crumbling crown.
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