In a sleep enchanted by dreams
Like the sky by the northern fire,
One will sow what another reaps:
Fallen gods of a dead empire;
And in warriors no more need;
And the emperors 'ave no power;
And its vanity went to seed
Like the charm of a dead flower.
Dead Empire
© Copyright: Томас Кромвель, 2010
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