Empires Never Rust.. Poem by Daniel Paul

Fallen empire, ripped envelopes and stolen letters; the dynasty is now a pile of ruins where jackals play tug....

Where did the kegs and harps go... Music and wine soothed our nerves more than any woman....
Skulls stand as cups and femurs serve as walking sticks to the grey-haired

Eyes are empty and deafening silence quenches the thirst of dull ears....
He that sounded the battle cry fell face wards and the prince still licks his sword....

Its all scripted the owl says....


Letters wait to be stamped and women to be humped.....
The Queen's chambers are now a brothel and mayhem is the King's burden...
Out of lust he will be born- the heir to the throne

All seems gone to the blind eye but hope lies in the badge and the swordsman will mature forge a new empire.....