We were there,

For the final heave of her chest,

To see a dynasty fall

Glittering, reclaimed by the dark

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Her many sons and daughters

Some mourned from afar

Some quaked to avenge

Some hurried her collapse

Some fell by her side

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From here on she’s a stranger

Bruised and hollow

Her cracked bones serrated

Clawing from the inside

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From here on the ungrateful

Will sing of our loss,

Young fools in revolt

Against the source of their breath