Amelia's Response

Once I might have gathered up these flakes
Brewed them with poisons, and derived
Marvelous colors, and painted of defiance
Rebellious hope before the twilight of the world
But your hands have covered my eyes, and now I see 
More clearly.

I am as good as my word; did I not swear
To guide you to a kingdom on the earth?
Here it is; take for your sceptre
This broken brush, for your herald
This nightingale gone mute.
Do not object that it is small,
The space of one soul,
In me, on the earth,
Where you have conquered.

All loveliness
Leads beauty unto death.
(Let the ash extinguish the light.)

(Written by Amelia's player, of course)