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Highest of Glories

Highest of Glories

A Poem by AidanMcL
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In the end, all that comes to exist, no matter how great or powerful it maybe, always must find it's end.

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I stood, an emperor, clear in the crowd.

My people cheered,

For they were endowed.


My future glistened as never before;

For the crowds continued to roar, and roar.


The enemy had been defeated,

And the celebration was active,

Our opponents had been seated,

And their land, radioactive,


Glory had been achieved,

And there was more glory to come,

For the world was all waiting,

Of the words that would numb,


Numb those of which were listening,

Through all of the roars and roars,

For the world was waiting,

For the glistening galore.


But darkness swept upon thee,

And the crowd turned to dust,

Everything to exist,

Began to disappear with a thrust.


Everything I had come to make,

Broke apart into the dirt,

Until I was left with nothing of the dust,

And not an object was left unhurt.


All things will come to a close,

No matter the circumstances that arise.

For all is meant to be,

Within the boundaries of the tides.

© 2020 AidanMcL


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Added on June 5, 2020
Last Updated on June 5, 2020
Tags: empire, imperialism, emperor, end

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AidanMcL
AidanMcL

Avon, CT



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