by Nick Gisburne
They’re coming. I can hear them. I can see.
The thunder of their footsteps cracks the walls.
Insanity and chaos come for me.
I watch the city crumble as it falls.
The aftermath of empire closes in,
And we, the great, the good, cannot pretend
That centuries of hate could grow a skin
Too thick for this inevitable end.
We reached too far. Enough was not enough.
A thousand years of anger has its price.
I linger, unashamed, to see them snuff
Their nightmare. No contrition could suffice.
Tomorrow, when they kill me, with my kin,
Another spiteful empire will begin.
