The King reigned for eighty years
The Prince, his son, for a century more
A true companion, their mother, survived both
Seeing a half millennium alone, but still loved
By her people who grew with her.
Their ambition far exceeding her own
They raised an empire of greed and violence
Spread by her gilded volition
The coming together of minds and will
Stitching together borders divisive
To remake a new singular world
Gifted a unified purpose
With focus upon the pages of Destiny.
But Time, merciless of and within itself
Blinded that vision
To leave them sightless on their path.
So now they wander
Unified, lost together
Long dependent on eyes other than their own
They fail to remember how to see their way
And wait for one who will open their eyes.