You.

All of your majesty.

All of your majesty.

All of your majesty.

Now is nothing but loss. Waves of vultures drawing near but always far. And we stand between you and them. But it's no longer you. It's just the cloak, the long beautiful golden vest of kings. Growing colder and colder. Not all the warmth from our blushed cheeks could warm it now. Not all our caresses. Not all our warm tears. We're here just to stop them from devouring you. What is not you. No longer. But still you, the you we can touch and see and cry for. Feel pain and despair. That YOU lies there among the black widows. That YOU is gone.

You live regardless.