Monody of an Eclipsed King

[Garryy]

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Memories displaced; a lingering, bitter taste

A thought passes then, 'did it all go to waste?'

Trials and tribulations endured and overcome

Merely to leave one wondering, 'for what was it done?'

A mote of contemplation, a sliver of hope,

'In most perilous of times, there were those who cast rope,'

A quintet's cradle thwarts cold with lasting warmth,

In those fleeting moments, suffering's grasp was made short.

One glimpse of their faces clarified it all;

'I need not crown nor throne to stand bright and tall,'

Ichor pools at their feet, staining pure robes with crimson

A final thought hung aloft, ' there is no greater last vision,'

Death wrenched the body's hold, but the soul's claim lies with them -

those who dwelt with and attended until the story's end.