Aesthetic Perishing of Conceptions Into Obsolete

The kingdom will rise again..

That was the main belief.. That was what we slept and woke up with..
It was about to have a great comeback, and we were so sure...
Our faithful desire showed us no way but a tendency toward renovations..
We were believing in brighter days..

Only clouds came, covered up the sky, rained for years..
First, the sun was gone; the crops grew no more..
The children never grew up properly
The hungry men didn't feel like working at all
Efficiency was crashing down at a phenomenal rate..

Then the moon and the stars too..
The man had no reason to look up to the sky
They lost their beliefs, they felt tricked,
A hand would possibly reach in and grab them one by one
Into the realm of death..

Then the trees and plants died and animals ran away..
Now the world was hell itself
With no activity then the ongoing moan from the fallen kingdom
The wind didn't even feel like blowing
The people faced the last point of starvation and plagues..

Then the rain ceased to an ultimate end..
The land dried up and cracked
The corpses began to fill the air with a distinct odor
The blood spurts remained all over the palace
People that were left alive now felt their muse fly off
Embraced their own solitudes, counting down the days..

Then there was nothing..
Nothing but the ruins, nothing but death
Covering the kingdom of filth
A blind belief occupied the hallways
Since the fall of the empire..
It never went away, it kept the population captive
It was the terrorizer that has slain the masses..

Now the king, slowly rotting in the throne room
Shed the last drop of liquid of the whole kingdom..