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A wandering stream of wind

An eerie relic of the past

Bursting in drear screams of terror or

A deep and long drawn sigh

Crawling among the ruins

And groaning in a mournful dirge

Blacken and golden crowns

Godly and hellish thrones

Adorned by vacant high thoughts

Eternal life's prophecies from days of old

Now they are piles of moldering bones

Nailed hopes on the odorous destroyed walls

Paint on the ineffable truth of

Death and extinction

Darkness enfolding the last remnants of life

Creating a shadowy lure

A radiant terrifying abyss

Entwined the last remaining ruins

Ruins whipped by time's scourge

Vanishing in a coil of dust

A long forgotten memories

Lost, lost, forever lost

Fading, fading away into the swirling mist

Until evanesced into...

No memory, no trace

Lost, lost, forever lost