Prayer of a fallen empire

A brief poem speaking of defeat and hope

The dark sun shines upon the land,
That we no longer can defend.
Our swords are broken,
Our shields are bent,
Our walls are breached,
Our force is spent.

But from the dark,
A new hope rises,
A bright new beacon of light,
Is this salvation that is coming?
Can we restore our long-lost might?

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