The Empire That Once Was
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The golden eagle, frayed upon the flag,
No longer soars, but sags, a weary rag.
The marble columns, once so strong and proud,
Are cracked by time, beneath a purple cloud.
The aqueducts, a marvel of the age,
Now leak and crumble on a dying stage,
The far flung legions, loyal and arrayed,
Are selling arms for pay they've not been paid.
The borders fray, the barbarians advance,
A desperate plea, a fleeting, backward glance.
Ignoring rot, and muttering of rain.
The poets sing of victories long past,
A fleeting echo on a fading blast.
The emperor, enthroned in silk and jade,
Is but a child in a long charade.
The sun sets on a glory half-remembered,
The gilded age is scattered and dismembered.
The roads are silent, choked with weeds and stones,
The silent, dusty record of their groans.
The common folk, in hunger, pray for sleep,
While history prepares a bitter sweep.
And nothing's left to mend, to save, to hold,
The final chapter of a story told.
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