A murderous awakening
Sanguine afterbirth
Screaming its arrival
Siphoned life force
Ever lurking behind the veil
A wretched figment whispers its will
“By my hand is made the way
And so too it is destroyed
To all I bequeath my masterwork.”
Twisted and formed in malicious sinews
Hatred’s filigree the agent of unmaking
The fallen breathe last
Expelling spirits to the air
Legions trod the remains
Ground to dust
On the path to battle
Then returning with richеs of distant lands
An empire built by toil and pain
For progeny to squandеr
Bacchan*ls of celebrated ruination
A doomed, barren cohort bears witness to collapse
Their bones, the stones lain
Beneath the conqueror’s fane