Montana by Mega-Fluff

Blue and winding
like a ribbon woven through her hair.
Saturn's daughters
sold the throne they thought would always be there.

Cutthroat snare in my hand.
Tiers and tiers up to the sky.

The beauty of the trickery
is in the thickness of the line.
But the cruel passage of time
reversed the roles and scourged the strip mine.

Cutthroat snare in my hand.
Tunnels for thousands of miles.
Tiers and tiers up to the sky.

You feasted on silver and gold.
Sapphire fixation brought you to the cold.

Blue and winding
like a serpent through the sand.
Red and brown and gray
was not what you had planned.
A winged messenger sent.
You haven't felt the consequence yet.
62 moons couldn't heal the wounds.
Herald staff in his hand.
Tiers and tiers and tiers up to the sky.

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