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An Empty Throne - Part 8 of 9
An empty trace – part 8 The shaman held the vial near it trickled slow into the glass A shimmering this welcomed tear as precious moments came to pass He shook it slow with tempered stroke, the gem, his staff, once more did glare Again the incantation spoke, an emerald glow was everywhere “Return this beauty to her form of daisy rush and willow feel To cleanse the soul of poisoned storm and sorrows cast as to reveal” The sun now but an empty trace, a fainter amber light is found As nightfall rushes to the place above horizon’s silent ground Another drop, his fingertips, then quickly to her mouth did lean To place upon the tender lips of this, the kingdom’s precious queen He feared this might have come too late as others in the room agreed Yet not with words, but quiet wait their silence floats on hoped for deed This staff, its light begins to dim, the healer breathes in heavy sighs “I fear, I fear, we have lost him, indeed our king this hour dies” When then a flickered lash does flow, another comes as if to thrive As now her eyes they open slow, once more, their queen has come alive
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