Ashes of the Throne
Ashes fall where her castle stood,Torn asunder by the will of good.Thread by thread,
her web undone,Her reign extinguished by the rising sun.
Through the inferno, through screams and cries,Her empire crumbles,
no more lies.In embers, a truth both cruel and bare,A love surrendered,
a fate unfair.Her wails pierce the night,
a dirge of regret,While the flames devour what none will forget.
Ashes fall through the crimson air,A kingdom lost to despair.Thread by thread,
the battle won,But the cost lingers beneath the sun.In the echoes
of the smoldering fight,We bear the scars of that burning night.