The dribbling gold,
From the pockets of a mongrel,
Street urchins gather,
Pray for the lost soul,
Pray, does it matter.
The flying queen,
Fairy of the winter's tale,
I beckon, I wait, for your touch,
Do your deed, let me wither,
The flowers fade, the bells toll.
The chimes sing their song,
Winds my mate, as I float,
My ashes on the tender sheet,
I have fallen, the darkness my ally,
I have fallen, betrayed my fleet.
Despair of a lost soul,
I wait for my end to come,
Do come, cleanse me, free me,
My guilt my brother,
Take me with you, to the sea.
I am the fallen prince,
The king of my time,
But a pauper at the death's gate.
Betrayal was my weapon,
But alas, death tricked my fate.
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