The walls may shift. Slow descent chills the bones.

His way may be lost; still, he carries on.

Always reaching for her. Always breathing for her.
Lifting his hands to the sky,
so she might rain holy tears upon his battered skull.

Holy Tears

Her form transformed from ash to golden throne.

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