18. A dream of subjugation

I stand, looking out,

on the highest rampart of the cantilevered castle.

All of the Members stand with me today, deck upon deck,

in honour of this coronation.

The crescent walls jut out below me, each further than the last.

They hold our numbers of today,

ten thousand and one.

I am filled with terrible power and intent.

My robe of eagle feathers encircles me.

All other Members are clothed as lesser birds,

and they remain still, heads bowed.

The crown is of the eagle’s head,

hooked beak and eyes of adamant.

It is set upon me in that moment of stillness.

I raise vast pinions and give a cry.

The lesser birds follow.

In the ten thousand, there are those who would not.

They are bound onto crosses of wood, set alight,

and cast into unfathomable mist.

Now is the time. The time is now.

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