Monarch

The monarch flutters through the passage of time

Pages turn with wings of stone

The walls have crumbled

The armory has rusted– tarnished

The moat has dried

The queen is dead and buried

No one has seen the king in centuries

It lies in ruin.

-Kel Dayheart

 

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