The Wheel of Pride

Strong as a knight.
Dashing through the boundary,
With its chariot, a dangerous one.

It has no light,
No feet also,
Yet could travel far.

Strength built on sham,
Appearing strong at hand,
Could still vanish in time.

Even the merchant’s carriage,
Trembles at its sight,
It weighs much a price.

It has no castle of its own,
But can consume a kingdom
Once allowed across the border.
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