Echoes of Empire A Dirge for Rome's Reign

In epochs steeped in myth and grandeur's gleam, 

There dwells a realm where majesty holds sway,

 Where alabaster spires pierce the dream,

 And shadows dance to tales of yesteryear's display. 

 Oh, Rome! Thy visage, like a titan's might, 

Bedazzles souls with opulence untold, 

Each edifice a testament to flight, 

Of human spirit, and of stories bold.

 Witness the Pantheon, where gods converge, 

Its vaulted dome, a zenith of design, 

A temple born from architect's urge, 

To bridge the mortal and the divine.

 Behold the Colosseum's looming height, 

A colossus cast in stone, a monument, 

To valor slain beneath the gladiators' might, 

And roars that echo through the firmament.

 Yet Rome, in all her regal splendor, weeps, 

For conquests won and empires lost to flame,

 Her laurels wilt, her ancient glory sleeps, 

As time's relentless march erodes her name.

 In tears, we mourn the majesty that fades, 

As Rome, once crowned, succumbs to fate's cruel jest,

 Her ruins whisper secrets to the shades, 

A requiem for a kingdom l