Yet Again!

Yet another child has grown to be ashamed of her past,
When the fog clears, will she still stand?
Yet another darling of the historians has tainted her past,
Oh, Empire will you still be loved when you no longer stand?

Yet another Empire falls, not so gracefully,
Another child born in pain to perish in agony,

Once more the hopes of the poets has withered away,
Yet another song for a few, written by too many,
But again melody has betrayed the ears,
When this treacherous melody finally ends,
My Queen-dome will you still remember the old dance?

Yet another Empire falls, not so gracefully,
Another fist is to be undone, but forcefully,

Will Walter’s ship, once again, weather every rack?
Once again will this ship come to land?
Will this Flower have another season this May?
Or will, this time, the captain leave the ship behind?