By the Light of the Funeral Pyres

Revelation and castigation, a process of divine disclosure and severe criticism.

Raining sinful shadows screaming, ominous and guilt-laden shadows descending from above.

Pending death on the horizon, an impending sense of mortality.

Today betrayal damned us all, a sense of collective betrayal leading to damnation.

I don't care what they say, a declaration of indifference to external opinions.

My darling Tiara returned from the skies today, a personal reunion with someone cherished.

But forever is fading away, a realization that eternal aspects are diminishing.

Fight, fight for your life, a call to resist and survive.

A kingdom's burning, a nation or realm undergoing destruction.

Run, run chaos arise, an urging to escape as chaos emerges.

By the light of the funeral pyres, amidst the illumination of cremation fires symbolizing death.

Mourning tears from the masses, collective sorrow expressed through tears.

Drowning the sound of the sorrows that paint the night, overwhelming grief suppressing other sounds.

As we're dying, as we're trying, acknowledgment of the struggle and mortality.

Primal instincts taking over us like a drug, surrendering to basic, instinctual drives.

Now that nothing really matters, a sense of nihilism or insignificance.

And nothing more is left to lose, a point of absolute loss and despair.

Dry your tears honey, do, a comforting gesture to console and persevere.

For a moment with you, I would trade all the moments I knew, a willingness to sacrifice for a cherished moment.

Don't cry little one, here they come -hear them, a reassurance and alertness to approaching events.

Fight, fight for your life, reiterated call for resistance and survival.

A kingdom's burning, repeated depiction of a realm in flames.

Run, run chaos arise, reiterated urgency to escape as chaos unfolds.

By the light of the funeral pyres, repeated reference to the symbolic illumination of death.

Mourning tears from the masses, reiterated expression of collective grief.

Drowning the sound of the horrors that paint the night, repeated theme of overwhelming sorrow.

Can you hear them fight, fight for your life, a question and a renewed call for resilience.

A kingdom's burning, continued portrayal of a nation in destruction.

Run, run chaos arise, continued urgency to escape amidst emerging chaos.

By the light of the funeral pyres, reiterated association with the symbolism of death.

Mourning cries from the earth, a poetic depiction of grieving sounds echoing from the land.

As her song will echo no more, a somber recognition of the end of a metaphorical song or life.