Forrest trees march along riverbeds

These leafy paths guide them home

Lost worriers, defenders of Rome

Bumble bees at ease by command

Prince and princesses of the lands

Rumbling seas, pirates and treasures

Pleasures of wealth and lovelies

War of nations, fall of countries

 

Nomads remain, crossing planes

Days are cold and nights grow old

The world unfolds in blood

Courtesy, a mere print left in mud

The dynasty of love has collapsed

Crumbling away with every blast

Morality rattles in an empty flask

Sanity, battles relentlessly to last

 

The future has now become past