Fallen Spires
Fallen spires holding temporal talismans
Languid vices of viscous lethargy
Solemn spirits in spacial void
Tenacious temples teeming with torrents
Empty vanguards valiantly felled to violence
Peaceful plains in prosaic planes
Dubious demons dangling danger
The wasteful waves of wander-lusted woes
Bright barriers bordered by blackish bars
Forgotten foes fighting for freedom
Kind kings killed by the kiss of greed
Quiet queens quelled by quaint quicksteps
Eloquent endeavors begotten in endlessness
Hellish hounds hated by the high horses
Collapse of catastrophe
A jovial jesters final joke
Ambitious admirers abdicated
Zealots in zealous zen forever bring zest
Grimy goons gallop to power
Irate inspirations indoctrinated into inadequacy
Men, now monsters, moan in agony
Surreptitious sounds sound in serendipity
Night now lurks in the hearts of the nailed
Owl-like 'orrors own our might
Real revelers reminisce in the lost
Usurped by the unjust umbras
The xanthic xiphoid spears of xenophobic warriors
Now with the fall of the spires now forgotten in the seeming wonders of our wills
We, too, fall.