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The halls are quiet now,

Dust settling on broken stone.

No voices, no echoes,

Just the wind through the empty streets.

The king is a shadow,

Fading on the walls at dusk.

No crowns, no banners,

Only rust where gold once shone.

No one remembers, no one will mourn.

The throne stands hollow, the kingdom is gone.

Nothing was sacred, nothing was saved.

Buried in silence, erased by the waves.

Fires burned out long ago,

Ash still clings to shattered glass.

The last knight fell with no one to see,

No prayers, no graves, no past.

They called it eternal,

Built on blood and brittle stone.

But time was patient,

And left them rotting to the bone.

Now the river swallows

What was left of shattered walls.

A name once feared,

Now carved in moss and fog.