Trapped under the debris
Of fallen crumbled mass,
Where once stood grand structures
Upon my mighty lands.
I built painstakingly
Over time, patiently,
With monumental hopes
And glamorous daydreams,
To see them get shattered
By those violent brawls,
Cursed on my sacred grounds,
Secretive and sudden.

Engulfed in solid blocks,
Covered in scary wounds,
At last, my fears turn true,
The pain, dread, and despair.
As I am feeling weak,
The fatigue creeps inside
And shuts down my conscience,
Unleashing that monster,
One who perceives no sense,
But held tremendous strength
That'd push away those chunks
And pull me through this plight.

Rising from this ordeal
And welcomed by chaos
That spread across my lands,
Fully masked in shambles,
Like ancient ruined sites,
Lay my efforts worthless
And unable to mend.
So I have to rebuild,
Everything from the start,
Relying on my strength,
Building sturdy empires,
Resilient to all blows.

© Pandora