There is no love
No more, no more
The vase the world was in
Broken upon the floor
The light dims
Yet sleep eludes
As though to taunt the soul
Nothing, nothing
Now forevermore
Death, the reaper
But a folklore
A story, a story
A temptation
Never to be
And in the end
All the castles built
Shall fall like sand
To the winds
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