Settled upon on a Charred Throne
In A Kingdom long since burned
The Lord of Ashes waits alone
His court forever adjourned
He is adorned in ancient rags,
His Crown a dying Ember.
Waited upon by umber crags
For a purpose none remember.
He muses of ages since begotten
And of clashes his blaze had won;
He collapses into nothingness, forgotten
Flakes fading one by one.
The Phoenix King rises from his pit unabated
His inner flame burning bright, having never truly faded.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Settled upon on a Charred Throne
In A Kingdom long since burned
The Lord of Ashes waits alone
His court forever adjourned
He is adorned in ancient rags,
His Crown a dying Ember.
Waited upon by umber crags
For a purpose none remember.
He muses of ages since begotten
And of clashes his blaze had won;
He collapses into nothingness, forgotten
Flakes fading one by one.
The Phoenix King rises from his pit unabated
His inner flame burning bright, having never truly faded.
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