by Jeffrey T. Bender
I now take my leave of you,
To go where you cannot follow.
'Tis in sadness, I bid adieu.
If we meet again, I do not know.
Honor left in the wake of my departure.
Ring my deeds out on high,
But keep not my name as a martyr,
For I wish not to be worshipped when I die.
I leave my empire to my son,
It is he, I entrust, who will continue
The works which I have begun.
And as my last wish, have him renew,
The love of the people towards the Empire.
With my last breath I request, bury me by fire.
From:
Fountain, Colorado
Copyright ©:
2004-2011
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Last updated September 08, 2011