The sequels of the fall Left irreparable injuries This is not a conclusion But what I have perceived Hope has never appeared Yet grey covers What's left in here While weeds grow from the concrete Apathy is resignation Of those who don't want to be Desolated winds blow From the distance of the sea Massive disjunction Of colossal force Met against two brothers Fighting for the soil Conceived to represent thoughts Erected for the victory A reminder Of ephemerality Both ceased to exist, Trapped in anachronism And memories Empires shatter, Characters are gone Empires crumble, But scars last forever. Leaving behind A host of traces Decaying And rusting away.