Broken it stands, fragments stuck together weakly
Crumbling and weather-worn, the once mighty looks up meekly
Remembering the days of yore, the victories and the lost wars
The triumphs, the laurels and ever growing hidden scars
Cruel blows have marred the once majestic structure
Its sinews, gouged out and stolen by many a vulture
As darkness falls, it kneels, bows down, its life down to dregs
Inviting death as a friend for a release, it prays and begs
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