My memories turn to ash,
in an instant,
in a flash.

For each measure unto you,
twice unto me.
Live an angel,
die a fiend.

King, Queen, and Princess,
yet the court's fool holds the kingdom.
It is his key that is trusted with freedom.
Alas all of his work is undone,
Torched by the ever blooming sun.

left alone.
No throne, let alone a home.
Black bones cage a decrepit heart.
Some would call it drivel, others, art.

An empire from the ruins.
A storm that never ends.
A halo with a dim glow,
Your sins are forever known.

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