How can my soul rest in peace while my body stands still? My kingdom burns down — now it's time for the castle to fall. How can my queen become a hindered pawn, Humiliated by every living piece? A goddess who once illuminated beauty Now ravaged by the marks of time's cruel hand. Her crown lies fractured, a hollow golden ring, The throne now draped in silence, no songs left to sing. I watched her fade, a dying star, A light that once guided, now too far. The roses we planted wilt upon the graves, Petals scattered like memories the wind won't save. Her voice, a whisper that the echoes consume, Lost in the chambers of this empty tomb. If death's a thief, then let him take my breath, For what's a king to a kingdom dressed in death? No victory left, no war to wage — Only a heart trapped in a crumbling cage.