Impermanence
In the dust pearls of yore, wails wrecked dome
Derelict citadel redolent
Of glory, once revered now ashes -
Lasts ne'er gold throne, when blows wind of change,
Uprooted Byzantine dominion,
Buon frescoes now defaced and rusty.
Touched peak, the sun sank low; reign breathed last,
Delusive permanence, fugitive
Fame, unsung tales buried, names begrimed.
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