The Dusted Kingdom

It writhes in their dusty bones
A longing they feel for something new in every necropolis
A constant hunger is their curse and yet their blessing
Their food is knowledge and they wish for wisdom
The waters flood with an ancient blood and the stain of history
A kingdom is miles below and the walls are etched with the cries of every generation
To hear it all and know it all, the secrets beneath our feet
Join us among the remnants
There you will forever whisper, invoking the blackened queen
To suffer no more but to join them in an endless sleep


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