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No banner flown, no wound to weep.
The crown recoiled from off my head—
So I wore a cloak of fire... and bled instead.
I stood alone, where only Lords Fell,
No light above, no star to name the Path ahead.
Yet death carved deep into what life could not—
A pillar of Hope born where I forgot.
The Golden Throne stood cold, alone,
It called my name... but not my own.
I left it there with Corruption and madness—
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