Historical 250 Year Empire Cycles. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A rhythm whispers through the years,
A rise and fall, with joys and tears.
Two hundred fifty, round and near,
An empire's life, it would appear.

Assyria's might, a fearsome hand,
Rose strong, then crumbled in the sand.
Rome's Republic, built so grand,
Fell too, across the sun-scorched land.

The Arab horse, a desert breeze,
Conquered fast, then found no ease.
Ottoman power, crossed the seas,
Its golden age, began to freeze.

Spain's ships sailed, the world in tow,
Then slipped and sank, the currents slow.
The British rose, a vibrant glow,
But even that, began to go.

A quarter century, again and then,
Empires rise, among all men.
A burst of strength, a final glen,
The cycle turns, begins again.