It’s what I do best,
She said with a smile.
It offers sweet rest,
That funeral pyre.

Destroyer of worlds,
The voices swirled.
Of people, of crowns,
We all burn down.

Step after step,
Day after day.
There is no escape,
Despite what they say.

Play it close to the vest,
She laughed in her jest.
He had the kind of smile,
You find only once in awhile.

Not as she wished,
Taken, not given.
Flames instead kiss,
Always, hidden.

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