A ruby red throne,
Encrusted in ice,
For centuries seemingly
Lay hidden.
Deep deep in the heart of the sea
Glittered through the night,
Glowed in the light
A ruby red throne!
A Precious little gift.
Scorned with indifference,
The ice thawed
And the throne melted.
And left behind,
A chimera of liquid crimson skies
A lost saga that the waves sing
If you listen carefully,
When the sun meets the earth,
You can still hear,
The song of the bleeding heart
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