A murderous awakening

Sanguine afterbirth

Screaming its arrival

Siphoned life force

Ever lurking behind the veil

A wretched figment whispers its will

“By my hand is made the way

And so too it is destroyed

To all I bequeath my masterwork.”

Twisted and formed in malicious sinews

Hatred’s filigree the agent of unmaking

The fallen breathe last

Expelling spirits to the air

Legions trod the remains

Ground to dust

On the path to battle

Then returning with richеs of distant lands

An empire built by toil and pain

For progeny to squandеr

Bacchanals of celebrated ruination

A doomed, barren cohort bears witness to collapse

Their bones, the stones lain

Beneath the conqueror’s fane