steel and stone and sand and bone
stars and ash and empty throne.
air that rang with shrieking word,
spell uncast and plea unheard:
the end of the world was fire and blood,
was clouded minds and vital mud,
swift and fierce with blades and lies,
broken hearts and severed ties.
when silence fell, abrupt and grim,
the last who stood - all gold and slim -
could never cry; there was no time.
her heart was ice and pantomime.
the failure that she held and kept
would rule her soul until she wept.
another life: another chance
to mind the call above the dance.