As the emperor stands before the crowd,
he can't help but feel proud of himself.
This man has spread his kingdom far and wide,
far beyond of what was thought to be impossible.
He reconquered lost territory and claimed new lands,
the plummeting econonmy has been saved.
However, in the deepest crevices of his heart,
he knew it would not last.
For even the great dynasties must fall,
and all good things must come to an end.
Every empire meets the same fate eventually,
its flames snuffed out by the breath of time.
The emperor knew this was his empires destiny,
for his own was built on another's.
He could see the storms coming in the distance,
waiting for the right time to pounce.