And he says, signal the fleet,
on his mark, everyone you know,
begins to leave,
all you have left:
blacks out their retreat,
all you have left:
is the swarm above your head,
you felt her fall away,
calling out your name,
as she became,
the Queen of Blades.
She called out from something like a tomb
and when you came just a little too late,
all you have left:
is the one you never saved,
all you have left:
is a war to take her place.
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