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I'm back with some poetry again! )))
I'm replaying the campaign as the Covenant. I'm SO tired of Biara's sweet little face that I involuntarily wrote:
Biara's not-so-easy life during her first reign in the Empire.
I don't like getting out of bed
When it's only 5 a.m.,
I'm tired of all the dragons,
We prayed to them yesterday.
Tired of human "holy" miracles,
I retreat to the green forest
And open a portal to Sheo,
To the land of fire, to my "dear" home.
I'm sick of Laslo – the scoundrel,
He sticks his nose into the Empire.
And Godric, IMHO, is too arrogant,
And his daughter is so annoying.
She said the other day in broad daylight,
That a trial with less fire would be better.
She shoots glances at the rebel,
She's hinting at something... (ugh, cursed Michael!)
I don't like the land of the Griffins.
It's only famous for the fact
That there are just tons of fools there.
The map is always messed up.
And now, I have to rule here,
And I don't have time to breathe.
All the idiots look the same
(Although, okay, I'll talk about it later!)
You can believe me:
A queen's life is not a picnic!
Give money to all sorts of peers,
And enemies bother you at the borders.
I'm getting dark in the eyes from Kha's orders:
Find the boy and kill him,
Repel the rebels with a bold raid...
And I have to do all this!
I took the song from Chancellor Gyi))