A single brilliant light in the blackness
Shredded remnants of what was once
Prideful, holy, a beacon to the hopeful
The shattered crown lies discarded
As does its owner, mangled limbs askew
Twitching, a fleeting life wasted
Gasping and grasping at the emptiness traversed
Worthless pleasures haunting memories turning
Endless repeat, time meandering on
Stray feathers monuments to the archetype
Perfected ideals reflecting in crimson
Drained by shattered dreams, razored edges
Glinting in the waning shine of unspoken
Words, dried on the lips of sinners.
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