ow the mighty have fallen:

Twas a simple person back in the day
Of course before everything just seem to fade away
Legions lost, legions gained
Yet the loyal still remain

Through thick and thin we stood proud
Of a world we called home

Never fading ever vigilant we remained
Ever true, ever same

Days passed, moons slept, crops died and suns fled

Things changed…
Some for the good
Some for the bad
Yet there we stood

Atop a hill built from the ground up
We refused to change
Yet others ceased to remain

Some falling, further then others
Overcome by darkness, and light alike

Foundations shaking…
People falling…
Worlds breaking, darkness crawling…

Mind slips, i fall
Tumbling down this hill

At the bottom i look up to see
The mighty hill, hollow. Empty.

Nothing left but dust and ash
This once great monument came down
With a small uttered clash

Few noticed this hill and its people fall
And those who did simply walked on trying to stand tall

Is this it?
Is this how it ends?

Everything goes black…

Awake, i look around
To a world not like mine
Strange and distant this all seems
What has become of my home, left are only memories

Was it inevitability?
Was it fate?
Was it money or maybe hate

Why has the one place i use to love changed so much?
So slightly yet so radically
The foundations of this world seem to move so drastically

For what is left
I can not call home
Only a mere memory..

..Lives, ever so gently

Of that place, i use to call home.