Monday, 14 June 2010
The Empire of the Eagle
The Empire of the Eagle fell in flames,
Its wings broken and bound in chains,
And as traitors gathered to watch it die,
Death descended from the darkening sky.
I saw the sea turn black with sweet oil,
And the waters burn, smoke and boil,
As soldiers were dying in distant lands,
For the corporate profits of hidden hands.
As Nemesis set forth upon its crusade,
Rising forth from its ensanguine grave,
Hubris in her torn and tattered robes,
Harvested the fruits from sorrows grove.
Slaves were roaming the roads in fear,
Watering earth with their bitter tears,
And hunters roamed the dying lands,
Seeking the flesh of their fellow man.
Now the Empire is but a hollowed shell,
Its rancid wastelands a poisonous hell,
The ocean a grave, and everything dead,
And tyranny reigns for Liberty has fled.