Nevermore
Here lay the broken shards
Of a glass called bones,
With it are weeping hearts
As cold as a stone.
You know you left too soon
Pending is our journey,
Awaiting is gloom.
You set fire to our kingdom,
Built a castle with the ashes,
Kept the crown, holding the matches.
The story continues…
How you fought battles,
Ablaze was you heart
Like your burning castles.
Walls are degraded and torn are your portraits
Smirking and ‘O so vain!
There lay your broken bones,
Never-mending for evermore.
Your stone cold heart, beating for nevermore.
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