The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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Now in the present day, in a high room
As cold as ice with walls as red as rust,
With tapestries wove by no earthly loom
Depicting scenes of pageantry and lust,
Carnage and high adventure. But we must
Draw them aside, and fantasy’s surcease
We trade for an utopia of dust
On which romance shall not extend its lease:
The planet named for WAR, eternally at peace.