There aloft the broken heights
Now burning black, descending lights
I saw, I saw the mighty fall
Of winged truth, the diamond maw.
Yes, the black have crumbled
And the proud have now been humbled
But the strife before the breaking sun
Is banished only by The One.
But the spell had only sounded
And a verse so newly founded
That the ringing of the chimes denied
The time to rend these sins of mine.
But alas the tower's fallen
And the rose is there no more.
Every petal has now fallen
And the beast shall be
Forever more.
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