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"A Treacherous Fall"

Which king can well avoid it
Which queen foresees her tomb
Which heir can spot the dagger
Just before it spells her doom

Kingdom turned to dust
Walls beneath the sands
Gardens withered, temples raided
For the bat has felled the asp

No rest for murdered just
Golden mask and skinless hands
Reaching not at dreams all faded
But at vengeance within grasp"