Eulogy for an empire


That which has transpired takes no turn. 
And so, we will vanish into the darkness 
and fade away but utterly
until naught but silence remains. 

No more will our voices be heard;
another light goes out in civilisation.
No more merriment, nary a laugh...
naught but silence remains. 

No more sadness, no more joy,
an end to our folly, pride births shame,
a long walk into the desert
until none remember our name. 

We fought, we struggled and more
until lifeless hands tore us asunder. 
We are now gone, we are no one,
none remember our name. 

Forty souls stood valiantly
against the undead thousand.
Think not poorly of us,
but gently breathe our names. 

It is with joy that I put down this pen
for from it, hope springs anew
in you, my unknown friend
because now, you know us too. 



Soundwave - Oct 7, 2011