The tallest mountain in the land eroded at the spot its stands
till nothing left but hills remain, and further still till only sand.
The mighty king, in royal garbs, is overthrown by the guards.
His crown cast upon the ground, the symbol of his rule in shards.
The greatest Empire the world has seen, filled with opulence and sheen,
collapses as it can’t adapt, in a manner most far from serene.
That which goes up must come down, all shooting stars will hit the ground.
The faster that that thing does rise, the harder still this rule applies.
Our lives climax at apogee, as does all things in history,
and from that point will rapidly spiral into calamity.