Renaissance of the Barons

Might is dense beneath the quilted sky,

Scarcely pierced by the light of revelry;

In the blue mirage, stately carriages

Bear a resurrected royalty to coronation,

Their largesse a flinging of half-molten stars

Stolen from lands smelted to petty coinage

By the atomic flame of greed.

- David Mitchell

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