The shocking weight of heavy hands
Awoke me from my sleep
Upon my shoulders the mantle stands
A memory to keep
Wandering in smoke-filled halls
All distances are one
Here the victim of my pride crawls
A memory to shun
Within this broken ziggurat
A banshee screams with rage
Reading the tome for which I fought
I sigh and turn the page
Upon the shattered pedestal
A statue sheds its tear
An image of God apocryphal
His soul corrupt with fear
As dusk settles across the earth
My essence fades away
Forgotten castle, crumbled hearth
Nothing seems to stay
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