but the wintery sparkle has fled our hearts
The city sights that my eyes meet
crumble and start to fall apart.
My gaze falls on a pair of towers
looming large across my mind
Wreathed in flames and writhing with flowers
Till only cold ash left behind.
I stare into the dying flames
the fires of old blaze
like a wave echoing echoing my name
as i walk into the burning grave.
wingsofdeath
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