Marked silence? She sits,
Stands from a falling throne-
Her crown waits, she says.
It is gone, only hoped,
Only dreamed, dreamed away
The only heir she so kept.
The last question,
Before the light caved
To a coughting empty world-
What is left?
So much to say, yet at a loss for words.
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