Fallen Throne (Patreon)

Hold me close, squeeze me tight
one more time, under your sight

Do not forget who we were:
I still remember, I was there.

I am always burning, but just for you,
red were the flames, but inside I was blue

Majestic as I was, yet nothing but a tool
kneeling at your feet, another blessed stool.

I will always cherish the sound of your voice
but your actions left me very little choice

You say the chair's duty is only to stand
of all Angels, how could you not understand?