Descent to Number One
The damage has been done
The last Edelweiss is lost
Stepped on in pursuit to the last remnant of sun
The lone King screams of one
For which all will pay the cost
Ignoring the prayers from a fearing nun
The war is never won
He recites with exhaust
The last thread of the golden weaver has been spun
Spare him your sarcastic pun
Oh heart gone to frost
The tragedies doubling it's ton
Turn away! Allies begin to shun
Except one heartstruck maiden, daring to accost
She could never run
The end has begun
Her eyes have lost their gloss
Fallen, is this Adam's son
Forgot his true love in the descent to number one
~Shana Cyrill
