surrounded by fireflies under this starry night,
little beads of light burning oh so bright,
I am the bearer, I am the messenger, I am king: look at my might!
Why oh why, must I be forlorn such as in those tales about that lonely knight--
Riding his old horse, carrying his battered sword, marching slowly out of sight?
It is I, the loner, the wanderer, who thus treks under the guidance of my sole companion, the moon's dim light
surrounded by fireflies, yet my presence but a shadow cast by their beads of light
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