Heroes are gone – their portraits decay Chambers entombed – the colours turn gray Childhood lingers at weathered doors Names erased – where yearning devours As memories burn in the winds they chase, mortal shells dissolve in death’s embrace. Weary hearts dance in the furnace of fire, cleansing the ruins of all they desire. While Pharisees laugh and boyars conspire, the wings of the fallen descend to the pyre. The sands slip by – our lifetimes in haste Lost our faces – but kept up the pace Foreheads crease in mirrored glass Cheap applause from a shallow past As memories burn in the winds they chase, mortal shells dissolve in death’s embrace. Noble hearts dance in the furnace of fire, cleansing the ruins of all they desire. While Pharisees laugh and boyars conspire, the wings of the fallen descend to the pyre. Weary hearts dance in the furnace of fire, cleansing the ruins of all they desire. While Pharisees laugh and boyars conspire, the wings of the fallen descend to the pyre.
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