Dawn & Dusk

The king wanders his halls
Eerie and blackened
The smoke forming figures
Replaying what had happened
 
His ancient halls
Had burned to ash
His glory, his legacy
Now charred scraps
 
He found old masterpieces
Vivid frescos stained black
Intricate landscapes and portraits
Once made by his hand
 
Many had delighted
In this operatic hall
But the walls weakened from wear
And were destined to fall
 
Then this cursed fire
Had gutted this hall
And so the king had been alone
When the walls did fall
 
So fire and decay conspired
To end his house
Now he grapples to understand
What his life had been about