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A muted rain, a resounding thunder,
the roiling of an angry sea.
Little flowers adorn the soldiers asleep
upon the muddied earth.
The battle is done, the fortress is
besieged, the gates torn asunder.
For the glory of war, for the blessings
of victory, the bells ring.
A princess, a hero, a saint: was I ever
any of those things to you?
This crown upon my brow had
burdened me with a divine right.
Master of a ruined kingdom with her
emblem and banners gone.
I sit upon my throne defeated;
the conqueror is now the conquered.
This blade, your love, pierces the
flower blossoming in my chest.
Breathless, I surrender and cry.
Please, hold me like you did in those bygone days.
Please, hold me as I succumb to the roses and die.
Please, hold me like you still love me.
Please, hold me.
Please.