Deep beneath the shadows of Nyx
Shines Asteria, souls of Styx
Glittering around a marble tower
A flaming, burning flower.
The mountain god playing the lyre
Echoes in the horizon towards the fire
Where ships flood into the Harbor
And sacrifices offered on the altar.
Deep beneath the shadows of night
Shines the stars, directors of light
Glittering around a conqueror's fort
A scar of shame, a defeat by the port.
The mountain's gone along the lyre
And the Library now consumed by fire
As ignorance floods the decayed mind
Sacrificing heritage, a rotted rewind.
The light once reflected on a mirror
Shrines of blood in a reign of terror.
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