I feel melancholic,
Seeing the inevitability of time.
Yet by chance the ivory falls not off,
but hangs by the follicle.

Milking of strands by teeth;
Clutching on straws to get but a
Droplet of flea blood.
How dare we take for granted those who were wronged.

Take care, for now power is but temporary.
These covetous flagrant falls,
Anchor to the end.
But time and only time will reveal.

As we near the end of a lesson,
We wait; Breath abated astounded at this myriad.
Questions answered and answers questioned.
Inconclusive assumptions made;

A verdict reached, will we see a new empire?

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