After her cities have burned at her fingertips,
she resurrects the monsters of ash and blood to possess her being.
She surrenders her light.
Lucifer regains his halo.
After her dreams have fallen, she sighs as the voices have her.
The voices have her.
She can feel their hands pull her into her head.
She’s already dead.
She plagues the living, hoping sunshine still wants her.
After her cities have burned and her hope decays,
the monsters become her.
The sun won’t rise anymore.
The moonlight won’t try to find her.
The stars won’t lead her home this time.
After her cities burn at her fingertips,
she hopes they will remember her.
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