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Your castle lined with stones of green
Your emerald eyes are luxury
Bright flames lick the walls of your treasury
But there’s no treasure in your vacancy
A green throne alone is no throne at all
For your jade-wrought hand, on a sword I’d fall
Though if your hand you will not give
A greener life I’ll make from it
I’ll sail a path to emerald shores
No longer jaded love adorn
And if my ship won’t make it there
A splintered end is plenty fair
For then I’ll wait to wake in time
So your dreams of jade will flee my mind
—Connor