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In the silence of the charcoal air, where Charlie stood alone A static hum began to stir beneath the shattered stone From the ruins of the lobby, where the shadows stretched and curled The Radio Demon stepped once more into a broken world His pinstriped coat was singed by fire, his monocle was cracked But the grin remained a jagged line, a smile he never lacked He did not offer comfort, nor a hand to dry her eyes He watched the Princess tremble as her darker power rose to rise "The stage is cleared of players, dear," his voice a grainy reed "But look at what has blossomed from that tiny, tragic seed The hotel was a playhouse, but the tragedy is grand Now show the heavens what it means to rule this hollow land." With a tilt of his cane and a crackle of red, he surveyed the scene with glee A new act dawning in this broken realm, for all of hell to see The Princess, fueled by fury, faced the grinning, ancient power Two forces poised to shape the coming, unpredictable hour
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Curtain Falls in Crimson (third poem in the series of the Ashes)
In the silence of the charcoal air, where Charlie stood alone A static hum began to stir beneath the shattered stone From the ruins of the lobby, where the shadows stretched and curled The Radio Demon stepped once more into a broken world His pinstriped coat was singed by fire, his monocle was cracked But the grin remained a jagged line, a smile he never lacked He did not offer comfort, nor a hand to dry her eyes He watched the Princess tremble as her darker power rose to rise "The stage is cleared of players, dear," his voice a grainy reed "But look at what has blossomed from that tiny, tragic seed The hotel was a playhouse, but the tragedy is grand Now show the heavens what it means to rule this hollow land." With a tilt of his cane and a crackle of red, he surveyed the scene with glee A new act dawning in this broken realm, for all of hell to see The Princess, fueled by fury, faced the grinning, ancient power Two forces poised to shape the coming, unpredictable hour
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
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