My Square Lair

My Square Lair

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Hidden in my castle, is my lair

It is small room, I never share

A secret door, behind my chair

Opens to my private square

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A cube of stone, completely bare

Six sides in all, naught but for air

Candle in hand; I sit and stare

At the walls, in my perfect square

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Able to concentrate, fully aware

Not even a draft, making a flare

Escaping thoughts, I wait to snare

As I sit and think, in my square

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If I am troubled when in there

I take a moment to prepare

By reciting a humble little prayer

Between God and me and square

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I endeavor to be wise and fair

For my subjects, I really care

My goal, to ease their despair

Inspiration come; to my square

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