Nicholas Bradvica Poetry

Heil to the greatest man,
Withered by sacred time,
Bow to the marble statue,
Lying beyond its prime,

Glorify crumbled cities,
Now ash and murky dust,
Hang high the mighty swords,
Covered in bloody rust,

Kiss the ring of the hero,
Who died much too young,
Speak to the buried Pharaoh,
Without a heart or tongue,

Erect mighty monuments,
Covered in shining gold,
Then watch the years,
Turn them grey and old,

Watch the walls wear away,
To heaps of forgotten stone,
Watch great men from long ago,
Turn to dust and bone,

Conquer cities filled with jewels,
Conquer land till the end of days,
But all will die and all will end,
And your jewels will fade away.

Poet: Nicholas Bradvica