in his later
years they deemed him a saint.
all sins
forgiven
all memory of the pain
he inflicted
now faded in the light.
fragile and ill,
his halo
sits
above his brow,
the pages of his story
have all been
torn out.
he's outlived his
enemies
he's won. in the court
yard there's a statue
of him now.
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