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A maroon goon, I darken the room.

A strong substance becomes a fragile frame.

Dust, chasms, molecular spasms.

An item of fame feels nothing but pain.

Scraping, grating, the remains are hating.

The skeletal mess of a bringer of happiness.

Growing, spreading, an iron bar redding.

Forming below is a dusty metallic bedding.

Memories, a past, decaying fast.

Succumb to nature, getting devoured fast.

Bleeding, needing, the end draws near.

A long life seems suddenly mere.

Rotting, clogging, a machine breaking down.

The sun beats down with a damning frown.

Big or small, it will fall.

A towering icon no longer so tall.

Flames, games, a host of names.

After centuries of life, just ash remains.