A Final Request for My Soul - OpenMature

Three thousand score and forty years ago,

Stood a city wrought in flames,

The heat of desire and the light of ambition,

Fuelled a glow from its highest spires.

Yet this fire was extinguished,

By that from which it was created,

A city that burned eternally,

Was consumed in itself.

Now I stand on the ruins,

That self-destruction did create,

I do nothing but imagine,

That I will suffer the same fate.

From ashes to ashes,

Dust turns to dust,

I have served my time here,

My fire must be put out,

Before I go, I look to the heavens,

A final request to the celestial,

So my soul may never tarnish,

If I must go, I will go down in flames

The End

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