The Palms of Sorrowed Kings

Barren halls of kings
 Solemn and austere
 Carry us through
 The leaves of cruel fire
 Where only remnants lay
 Of all one's acquired
 Stairs fall from this tower
 Beneath the ruins of battlements
 Labyrinthine crypts beset by the darkened walls
 Where no light ever shone upon these cursed bodies
 Or the piles of stone brought from the sea
 Which carry the weight of their pain
 I lay gifts bestowed
 Alone in sorrow
 Leave me with all that I have left
 Lorn, forsaken, bereft of the world
 Tattered vestiges of ruined crests unfurled
 Here the fallen remember their songs
 In sepulchral kingdoms forever gone
 Where the sea and the heavens collide
 Glinting in the distance
 as the moon strains with the tide
 Below the standing stone, we come to confess
 To a spirit departed under monuments rest
 In the outstretched hands of stone
 Crowns and thrones
 Crumbling cold to dust
 As ivy wreathes the bones