Rise and Fall of the Great

Whispers echo through the halls of time

Dreams of glory, now confined

A tale as old as dust and dust

Kings and queens in fleeting trust

Built on hope, on trembling ground

Rising shadows all around

Night falls heavy, light slips away

What remains at the end of the day?

Fortunes made and stories told

Fading echoes of the bold

Every crest begins to glide

Chasing down the tide

Every great kingdom will rise and then fall

Echoes of empires that once stood tall

Sands of time slipping through our hands

Legacies written in shifting sands

Every throne will someday decay

A fleeting crown, a borrowed day

Rise in glory, fall to dust

The cycle of power, the endless rust

Underneath the grandeur, the silence screams

Dreams shatter like broken streams

Humbling worlds with their endless spin

What’s lost, what’s gained, where to begin?

So hold your kingdoms in your heart

For even the largest fall apart

A story told in whispers wide

Rise and fall, the tide will guide