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You summon violet graves beneath the sea

The sin has vanished, or so it seems

You find vaporous fangs upon the land

The vision we had was no more

We lay down our arms upon a grave

The queen's orders echo, and are obeyed

For now, for now I am defeated

Per change a change in future unseen

The queen will vanish, afraid and curious

Across the water of an unreliable map

The grave proves to remind of dead desire

A skeleton of the friendship turning to dust

To be blown away by the royal breath of our terminator

Taking away the goodness from this image

The queen once again returns to claim the quest which is respectfully hers