Fallen Empire
Oh fallen empire, what secrets do you possess?
Kings and queens have led you into the inferno, yet scorched were you not.
What happened to the grandeur earth and heaven no longer caress?
Your remains are moaning, for their former beauty time has all but forgot.
Now only legends are telling your story.
Your dead are buried and your courtyards have become a cemetery plot.
Oh fallen empire, you are stripped of glory.
Stripped of your grandeur, your majesty long taken.
The spirits of ancient times are still fighting amidst thee.
Perhaps you will rise again.
Only time can tell.
But for now, you lay desolate under heaven.
Time ages your empty shell.
For now lay silent, and rest well.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2018
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