battered kingdom falling to shards behind me
glass and cement pierce
wounds
through my soul
past glories fading rapidly
pick my way through the overgrown weeds
upturned throne on its side
crumbling staircase
kings tower in shambles
nothing but debris and rubble

i peer over the wasteland; the
streets i once ruled,  
the subjects, once mine, raise their
deadened eyes
only to watch me fall to the brittle earth,
they return their gaze to the barren ground,
away from the corpse bleeding black
nothing to see here, folks