The poison slithered,
Awake and troubled.
He halted, the breeze stirred,
My hand fell,
His resolve faltered.
My knees buckled to the stone floor,
A legacy lost
An incident sealed.
The Queen in Gold,
Remains unmoved,
Her form draped in crimson silk,
Dreams serene, her mind untouched.
Dried petals, whispers of eternal calm,
A queen once fierce, now a pallid grace.
She does not speak,
Her voice faded, and her grandeur dissolved.
Oh Yama, guardian of the eternal,
You embraced her as she fell,
A dimmed glimmer, a vanished glory.
In the stillness, shadows dance
Her silence is a whisper of a forgotten story.
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