The Dark Crystal

At the crystal chamber

three suns align

We Skeksis gather

To commence our ritual

It’s the end 

Of the legacy

Our glory gone

We used to be 

So wealthy

But we can’t 

Hold on

Our robes were made

Of velvet and silks

Lace  brocade

Now they’re ripped

Our jewels and gems

Now decorate

Our rotting flesh

Living yet dead