Richard's raptured remains sleeps silently in the furnace of solitude..
Not knowing why, Death, lying beside Him, seduces Him with Her tempestuous figure,
pleading Him to surrender Himself to Her..
Embracing Death, seemed the only escape from the wretched furnace,
the source of His of misery and anguish.
Bearing no longer, the ferocious fires,
He gives himself to Death.
She snickers a sinister smile,
and in all Her rage and violence,
turbulently tears apart his soul,
Ripping every fabric into shreds of inconsolable pieces,
As would a wolf would ravish it's prey..
His particles quench the fire.
and Death is laid to rest..
The funace dies out..
Richard is no more..
only ashes remain..
and from these ashes,
the furnace is made..
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