Fallen Empires

Skittles of skulls roll
As Empires fall
Leaving vultures empty handed

Sinking sand lies in the palm of my hand
Trapping their flies who spy
That have landed

A clench of the fist
To a snake biting hiss
Tells their dreams
Can’t be granted

A flash in the air
Of hurricane despair
Damages their armies beyond
Oil and repair

With my bloodied hands full
Their Empires can’t be mended

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