House of Cards: Epilogue

Cold dawn air on the window knocks
Candlewick blackened by morning
Her hair falls down in amber locks
Her eyes a distant warning

Swapping place dark magic mage
Masked by royal blood
21st century built on rage
All torn down by the flood

A house of cards not built to last
On shaky legs she stands
A west wind blows, the house will fall
A stranger in this land