through dark ruins of empires spent
monuments to failure
I wander on with deep rage pent
I wander, ever wander
ivy choked walls
and crumbling halls
legacies of doom
cold wind blows
and darkness flows
but all is silent as a tomb
monuments along tenebrous paths
caressed in darkness deep
on them written epitaphs
of kingdoms laid to sleep
but I wander onward still
over dale and shadowed hill
every single step i take
on these dark and hallowed grounds
into the opressive silence sounds
I'm witnessing the wake
one last view of glory failed
splendor become decayed
my anger rises, unpent, unveiled
that such great things could be unmade
but as for them, thier time has passed
nothing here was meant to last
darkness will draw them in
Into obscurity they will fall
great empires that once had it all
and all will start again |
Submission Name: Ruins
