Fall Of An Empire

In a tunnel of darkness.
On a day of disaster.
With the eve of destruction.
Rising above the empire.

In the morning of chaos.
In the midday of decay.
The night air seals the coffin,
of the wounded brigade.

In the morning a silence.
By noon time still silent.
At night it is quiet ,
As we dig countless graves.

At midnight I found him.
Curved rock all around him.
As the emperor survived,
The barbarian’s raid.

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