If the empire falls, and you were on top of it, would you remember how it was to be on top of it?
If the empire’s pillars crumble into ashes and curtains burn into flames, would you still remember how you built it up from the start?
If the empire’s terrain splits in two and harsh winds blow away the splendour of its name, would you still remember how good it was to once walk upon the cold Earth and raise the flag you once called home?
If the empire’s treasures were squandered among the thieves of the world, would you still remember how you paraded gold, silver and bronze while walking on the silent streets?
If the empire’s emperor loses his hope and dies trying to recover all his lost glory, would you still remember how you fought side by side in battles never lost?
Once an empire, now an abandoned monument of polished stone, who would never forget the Emperor and his men who once ruled the world, who seemed to never fail on giving their all?