I am an imperium of salt and smoke.
Mine a kingdom of one and all.
My castle up on clouds on the ground.
Majestic like a house of cards.

A blind king sits upon a broken throne.
A ghost and a statue the protectors at my gate.
A poet in my tower with a rose in his hands,
bleeding ink from the thorns.
A fairy wanders on the winds like echoes from beyond my walls.
A siren sits by a lake of black water,
and sings a silent song for the moon.

The moon calls upon the black water,
and sends its hunger in tides against my fortress.
The blind king smiles;
the bonfire burns safely within my walls.

Then a coward comes in seek of sanctuary.
Within my walls his madness infects me,
renders strife upon me, begets uproar,
and tears me asunder.

Madness infects my kingdom of one and all.
Obsessed, they destroy each other.
My kingdom falls into desolation.
Punishment for my pride, I become an imperium ruined.