I wrote this for a friend.
Acasia
Sink the mountains, sweep the sky
Dragons of the trumpet fly
They descend with violet throne
And all around their flames are shone
Sing the joyous ramparts lost
Call forth the sin despite the cost
From the crumbling ruin cries
The oppressing king as he will rise
From his tears, a blossom grows
And something wicked that way goes.
But charm it with a poison scent
Take thee back the smile you lent
Something wicked sounds the drums
For a stranger beauty this way comes.
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