A Dim Realm
The city so still
Not one soul alive
Not one spark of warmth
High on top of the tower he lies
Looking downward onto the silent city
Alone with darkness that consumed him
In the embrace of winter
He watched and judged those beneath him
If they should live or be extinguished
Now only bones and ash are his vassals
Corpses of steel and brick are his empire
His bitter voice the word of death
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