Field of wilted flowers

Walking through a field
Of wilted flowers
Of departed queens
And broken powers

I watch your last rays
Set over the land
As my passion fails
And heart turns to sand

The starlit ashes
Freeze me to the core
As I strain to hear
Birds that sing no more

Night falls, the cages close
Scepter is laid aside
Eyes close, a cold wind blows
The crown to its abide