Words were write
Long ago
Darkness would claim my throne
Crushing weight
Bearing down
Life traded for a crown
Light reveals
Fertile soil
Stone laid by kings of old
Winter's end
Melting snow
Still I can feel the cold
Ashes rain from skies
And smother Erthen fire
My soul is ever weakened
By winter's cruel disease
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