Once I was a mighty king who owned it all,

An empress and vast kingdom

But all great empires eventually fall.

I still sit upon my lonely throne,

The only thing that remained,

After all else left with a great groan.

There I sit saddened at my own loss,

The loss borne by me,

Its creator, its once cocksure boss.

When one once built a grand life easily,

The struggle before is forgotten,

The grace and grandeur blind completely.

You forget that Rome wasn’t built in a day,

You dismantle easily for any slight slight,

Wrapped in the illusion, you’re right,

And that you can build again in a greater way.

Like a fool, you burn it all in a flash,

You say better is in store,

You arrogant fool, too brazen and brash.

Eventually, the illusion fades, and your damage is clear,

You see your empire manned by another,

As memories ravage your everything without a care.

After a loss comes a desire to regain,

I set my sights on you like fire to the rain.

To fill the hole inside, I sought to make you mine,

But you had other plans as you kept me in line.