He built me a palace
within these sheets,
and I have worshipped him
like the king that he is. 

I tend his flame
just as the blacksmith
blows life
into his forge. 

Oh, but I remember you well,
alight as you were
on the lap of my king:
a throne befitting
a lonesome queen. 

You set ablaze
these hallowed halls. 

Perish in your throne
just as I have perished
in his fire.