Head on shoulders,
crown stands tall.
Until executioner's call,
it won't fall.
Steel in silence,
breath held tight,
No plea given,
no retreat in sight.
If the blade comes,
let it fall —
I stood crowned
through it all.
Before the fall
© Copyright: Александр Шалыменов, 2026
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