Empire of Ruin
Far afield, she wanders
In a forest of moonlight,
She is the faerie queen
Of rusting young souls.
Hers is the empire of ruin.
A star of selflessness,
Outshining the howl
And grind of despair,
She bears all the weight.
Hers is the empire of ruin.
Came home this morning
To those who could wait,
Not one in recovery,
Hers is the empire of ruin.
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