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My petals wither

My vision fades

My name has vanished from my stone

My beauty rotten as I perish all alone

Was once alive

Was once adored

But now I weep in melancholy tears

The ghosts of mirth, laid to rest over many years

Deep in the grave the echoes sing

Shedding all that was in worm-infested shroud

My bright existence, my shining valour disavowed

Hear me sing underfoot

Hear my cursed legacy, see it taking root

My decrepitude merely transmutation’s will