The New Kingdom

This is were we all discuss our new kingdom. These are your temples. Smoke from the incense curls, shapes itself against the archways, rubs against the grooves of the columns. Its form momentarily hides the Sun, though as it sways, the light strikes our eyes. And then there was no more Empire all of a sudden. Its victories were air, its dominions dirt.
Flags fluttering down in the dusk, their golden aegis went out with its Sun. As the Black Old comes back for us.

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