May Falamic


Fragile Wall of Stone
Ruins as my breeze blows
She feels delight I'm all alone
Among the ashes, the mud and dead crows
She plucks my wings and my bitter tongue
And says: 'Kneel now towards the Empire you won't ever own'.

'I would never take away your throne! '
'Now would you pull off these chains and shackles of mine? '

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