The citadel cannot hold

The fire inside burns bright
To an end I do not know
The hungering beast is awake
The citadel cannot hold

 Twelve days, twelve nights
I’ve seen them all in full, despite
the pills and sleepy time tea
The fire inside burns bright

A story, grown long, though
a masterwork, I know, I know
its tangled chapters lead
To an end I do not know

My mind is feral, its bounds do quake
its source, oh its source is no mistake
I deny, I ignore, but all for naught
the hungering beast is awake

So I see the last stand unfold
Its result, in vain, its fate foretold
I’ve reached my last, it’s done, no more!
The citadel cannot hold.

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