Empire Of Darkness Poem by Jerome Brooke

Gold I cast before you, the vanquished stand in chains,
Captives all, rebels now lost.
Fallen kings do lie in pools of blood, red and torn,
What matters the cost?

Your Isle of Samar stands free, truth lives on,
All of the city have bread.
Your Kingdom of Cebu is safe, Catarman secure,
All, all is said.

Your vile foe is slain, soft and Gentle Queen,
His grey head, before you, I do hold.
His gold coin, his green fields, are yours,
His evil, no longer bold.

Cry not, fair and sweet one, weep no more,
Truth now rules the sea.
The people do rejoice, Victorious Queen,
Lady, of the Immortal Jubilee.