Tell Me

So the throne is blinded from iris
And the path never cease to dim
Like the nightingale that sings
When thoughts of halt sinking in
Broken compass and torn map
Signs of uncertainties along the lines
The one oath that was never there
Words that could not be trusted
Linger and ready to wheeze
Wandering from nowhere
Through nowhere
Towards nowhere
Fatigue and distressed
With ever fading passion
So light the fire
Show what's behind the fog
Or tie these laces
Tell me to halt

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