Jagged mountains,
Snowy stare,
A crown atop
Its single heir.
And 'neath all this,
I see a light.
'Neath this world
Full of death and lies
My eyes close,
My breath subsides.
To this world I give
A single sight.
A sight of beauty,
A sight of hope.
My body quivers,
From ash I rose.
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