The ones whom collect the fallen red
rejoice in the unraveling, the collective is dead
Past the withered trees of the forest unknown
beyond the red lone man who stands on hill alone
Where the Box continues to bring the corpse of the spent
The Crimson Queen waits to rise, only when meant
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