Just

I dreamt of empire,
with no end,
just the horizon,
just mine.

I set loose the hunters,
their dogs and rifles,
ones to talk in riddles,
rhyming like children.

I scorched the ground
to recognize where I had been
footprints in ash,
charcoaled paths.

With canons that roar,
sounds to fall asleep to,
a beat to wake up to
to conquer it all again.

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