From the throne of my golden empire
I smiled beneath my kingly crown
As my spirit flew high amongst the spires
Suddenly, my world came crashing down

A chose not to see it then
I took the path of the blind
But my grand empire had been
Destroyed by my own twisted design

I watched in horror as my world fell
Golden walls and spires torn
Lost in hatred's vile spell
I unsheathed my endless bitter scorn

From the rubble where I lay
Directing all my scorn and blame
Nowhere near, but always far away
Inside, I knew I held the shame

Hours later, so I stood, looking to the remains
And then, the blame was mine, I knew
It was by my hand that the empire was slain
So, it came to me, what I should try to do

I calmly lifted one of the old stones
And placed it where it used to stand
And so it lies thee, so far, alone
The first piece of my former empire, once so grand

                                                                     January 2002