Empty homes with dying fires
the fall to follow Rome,
a light to burn the empires.
Torn children's clothing piled on funeral pyres
Abandoned hallways, crumbling spires
Unorganized, unreliable, unfit to be king,
solemnly awaiting what his future will bring
The frost and wilt, deepening their wound until spring
His decade of rule, never sparing anything
Watch the skyline, now kiss it lightly
find the final flower and hold it tightly
Petals will fall, plunging into the universe of the unsightly
Mourn its beauty, and pray for a world more sprightly
Scaffolding in ruins, hallways lonely all along
The final moment of the crown,
a serenade of sparrow song
A lively toast to a drawn-out life that went all wrong
Wounded always, but shallowly at most,
'Life', as they say, 'must go on'
Towns rebuild, and castles to destruct
Earth's natural tears drown and erase ten years' bad luck
Winter melts away, and the world's icy soul thaws at last to interrupt
The cold, once widely-told chattering of a kingdom corrupt
Corroded statues, no more laughter at all
A new man settles in, the trigger for the downfall
The world freezes again, crops iced once more, and the livestock dead in every stall.
If there was ever a valid point to living a life,
the people could never recall
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Empty homes with dying fires
the fall to follow Rome,
a light to burn the empires.
Torn children's clothing piled on funeral pyres
Abandoned hallways, crumbling spires
Unorganized, unreliable, unfit to be king,
solemnly awaiting what his future will bring
The frost and wilt, deepening their wound until spring
His decade of rule, never sparing anything
Watch the skyline, now kiss it lightly
find the final flower and hold it tightly
Petals will fall, plunging into the universe of the unsightly
Mourn its beauty, and pray for a world more sprightly
Scaffolding in ruins, hallways lonely all along
The final moment of the crown,
a serenade of sparrow song
A lively toast to a drawn-out life that went all wrong
Wounded always, but shallowly at most,
'Life', as they say, 'must go on'
Towns rebuild, and castles to destruct
Earth's natural tears drown and erase ten years' bad luck
Winter melts away, and the world's icy soul thaws at last to interrupt
The cold, once widely-told chattering of a kingdom corrupt
Corroded statues, no more laughter at all
A new man settles in, the trigger for the downfall
The world freezes again, crops iced once more, and the livestock dead in every stall.
If there was ever a valid point to living a life,
the people could never recall
