Walk
Undergrowth underfoot
Above are branching emeralds
Nets of copper and gold
Sublime in intricacy
Beyond worries still sits
My crown upon the dawn
Should I have the courage
I may return to visit it
But for this I rest
Another time I'll bide
Until then, hackneyed,
That is my stride
"Usurper, usurper," mutters
My harried mind, but truth
She knows there's blame
In each step I possess
The sun's righteous sheen
Goads without shame
I do wonder, however,
For that thief residing within
Her subtle pilfer and switch
Of strength into weakness
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