Spent strength
Drained, the river to its dregs
The wax to black mass melted
Dead silence, now music, so long and dead
Crashed, edifice in ruins, once so imposing
Grey and crackled, foliages, once living greens
Permanence icy cold usurped prominence
Steep darkness in full broad day-light
The diminisher visited our number again;
At its best, so umpteenth times, dealt us eternal fatal blow
Like marriage gone sour, body and soul estranged
The spirit in flight of horror and confusion
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