From a narrow perspective
Empires collapse
Not because of breached walls, but far, far within

In the aftermath of a gavel's echo
The moon shifts
Leaving us in a constant effervescent imbalance

There are soldiers pacing
Left, right, left, right
Halting our progress in the arc we're set upon

This red sky is draining our blood
Like fleas upon our flesh
Drab and scattered visions, unyielding to good intentions

Brave soul slithers away
A python with no fangs
He flees and fades into swollen glands of fallen visionaries

Leashed curses wrench loose
Boulders fall on empty heads
We are more near to barbarism than we first guessed

Fire, spreading, unfurling
Left, right, left, right
Untie these bonds, and we will watch them all burn