A starry sky,
A desperate, hopeless, cry for help,
a shriek in the night.
The sky has collapsed,
the moon, once radiant, crumbles.
Darkness has overtaken the King.
His throne stands alone,
with the spiders weaving their homes.
the grave is molded from clay,
the star has fallen.
An empty void is left therein.
Desolate has become the desert,
The Lizard King has found his way.
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