I stagger in your waning light,
a thread of hope dangling loose in my heart
like a child with dreams most bright 
it erupts into sparks

like fluttering bombs

or waltzing bullets.

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Leaving naught to cope with
but an empty heart

brimmed full with empty promises

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The waning light of my dreams,
my knight and shining armor
Too naive to see were I
your eyes void of fire
merely a flickering screen
of empty harmonies,
that I danced to until I 

realized far too late

That I was just your gamepiece
When I thought I was your queen
and you, my gallant king.
 

Black horses in the wind
White roses up in flames
My reign will never see the light of day.

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