Cold corpse on a crimson throne
Staring eyeless at the ashes of ambition
The remains of the court of desire

A kingdom won through blood
And deepest treachery
Sown the seeds for discontent

Old friend, his sword
Hangs useless on the wall above
As rusted as his crown

It could not save him
When the blow finally came
Darkness called its mark

No more dances
No more balls
Only the rattle of bones

No prophecy called his hand
Only desire and ambition
A need to rule

And now, it has come
To nothing but a tomb
Where once red glory shown

Hatred had stirred
Its quiet head
In little whispers

For what desire took
Desire can take again
In similar hearts

And here, the tragedy
The loss of all dreams
Come to ruin and ash

None survived that night
When summoned darkness
Took more than was asked

A crimson bargain
Backed by a smiling lie
Let doom in through the front door

So much pain and fear
When the final guest arrived
Wearing its hideous face

Some were valiant
And fought to the death
Which came all too quickly

Some were cowards
And tried to run and hide
But there was no escape

For what desire had called
Drew them all to its breast
And drank deep

And now, it is all just ashes
And a crimson throne
With a corpse king

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