I’ll remember the empire that I let go of now,

I used to play the game, but I’m just running out of ground,

I’ll remember flying; soon I will be crying,

And in the spirit of life, the mist was quickly dying,

Many pennies I had spent, in the time I lost,

Trying to rule and trying to find; so many men I did accost.

For, on my life, I felt that this was the way to thrive,

I didn’t think it’d end, before I’d end my life.

And many lessons learnt can’t make up for pain that’s felt-

It seems as though my heart is way due for a melt.

I’d see it in the underworld, whilst clinging to my sanity,

It looks as though this world is bad; the empire is not for me.

The End

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