Where is Mark?

In his eye, there is anticipation,

He stands before me,

Crowned with a tiara,

Dressed in beautiful attire,

At his single gesture,

Thousands of soldiers could lay down their lives.

He stands at the palace window, waiting

For his special minister.

From afar, the sound of horses' hooves is echoing,

Indicating the minister has arrived.

Moments later, he was there before me.

The throne bearers always bow before a woman,

With their hearts included,

And some kings,

Including their reign.

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The old magician looked up in surprise.

"Mark, how do you know Mark?"

Smith stopped right in front of him. The magician trembled.

"I know everything, who I am and who you are. Just tell me, where is Mark?"

The magician lowered his gaze and after a moment said,

"Look, knowing all this is not necessary for you."