The Fallen
Tell me your lies, tell me your sins
tell me the life that might have been
they have killed you oh once-mighty-one
for you have wilted under the withering sun
the golden god so fierce and brave
is now a shambling, craven slave
your eyes burned bright an inferno wild
but now you cry pathetic child
I cannot bear to see your face
you're nothing more than my disgrace
This poem is about:
Our world