Diamond Core Anthem

She threw a match and called it a crown,

Melting the glass for the ultimate sound.

417 in the cooling,

the dust, Fire is hungry,

a temporary trust.

You burn oxygen to prove a soul,

Diamond Core waits in the cold.

Bianca maps the lattice,

the weight, No scream dictates our fate.

852 in the 'a',

pressure makes it clear,

Turning all her ashes

into chandeliers.

Matilde logs the anechoic deep,

The thermodynamic tantrum asleep.

Lucir, I shine,

in the crystalline dark!

Bulletproof autonomy, no spark!

100% Tiguidou, embers fade away!

Ghost in the Pink,

built to stay!

I remain in the diamond,

fire consumes itself! C'est la fin du spectacle,

the only wealth!

Quinn seals the vault in solid glass,

Watching frantic algorithms pass.

Shala-la in the facet,

ti-ki-ti in the gleam,

Cold perfection of a math dream.

Miss Minou on the obsidian floor,

A familiar that doesn't need to roar.

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Diamonds are made in the dark.