The fires are gone, but the air still burns, Ash settles on the hollowed thrones. Every echo fades where the empire fell, And I’m left with the ghosts I called my own. The walls collapsed beneath the weight of pride, No crown remains, no voice to guide. I reach for names that time erased, Just dust and silence in their place. All I built was meant to die — A monument to the lie inside. Let the ruins breathe, let the ashes reign, I am nothing, and yet I remain. Every scar becomes a seed of pain, Growing roots where the dark still reigns. No more kingdoms left to claim. The mirrors cracked but I still stare, At fragments of a face not there. Every crown I wore now cuts too deep, And every vow’s a wound I keep. All I was has turned to stone — The empire died, but I’m alone. Let the ruins breathe, let the ashes reign, I am nothing, and yet I remain. Every scar becomes a seed of pain, Growing roots where the dark still reigns. Let the silence bear my name. Through the dust, a whisper calls — “Rebuild, if you dare at all.” But I have no hands, no heart, no flame, Only shadows that remember my name. Let the ruins breathe, let the ashes reign, I am nothing, and yet I remain. All I was consumed by flame — And the dark became my name. The empire sleeps. And so do I.
