a repost, but I still like it…and it’s been some years


Monuments retreat under Time’s harsh gaze,

Fighting the futile fight, but fighting all the same,

As the stone crumbles, grain, by grain, by grain.


They stood strong and solid – behold triumph,

The ones who’d never break, who’d eternally reign,

Staring down with disdain, disdain, disdain.


Once mighty voices stolen by the wind,

now just fragmented echoes, a vanishing stain.

Please don’t forget my name, my name, my name.


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