Empty
The wind blows cold across the empty plain
Thoughts scream through the wasteland of lost dreams
Thunder echos in the castle of four halls
The foundations broken and faded
The sun sets on what once was
Ashes now in the absence of hope
The moon rises on the remains
And darkness shall reign supreme
Sanctuary of Enlightened Minds
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