When They Had An Empire

*Author's Note*

This is a poem that just popped into my head one day. I will not spoil what it is about, for that is for you to figure out. There are many things it can be about. It's up to you to choose.

When they had an empire,

the world trembled before them.

No one dared stand up,

less they be condemned.

When they hung by a wire,

they nearly fell.

But one had saved them,

from the depths of Hell.

When they were on the march,

all you could do was run.

To look back at ones you loved,

now, the ones who are done.

They caught them by surprise,
and made them hide in their demise.
Once mortal enemies, now allies,
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend".

And now the world holds strength once more,

to stand up to the ones who had beat them before.

To send men overseas, to fight tyranny,

separated many couples meant to be.

When first they met, their gain was naught.

Not a soul remained to be taught,

to fight the men who beat them before,

yet victory now, was close to lore.

Progress was made, yet progress was low.

The victory parade march was slow.

But time and time again, we pushed them back,

from the desert to the plains, to the hedges to the mountains,

our spark from before, had been brought back.

To stand against what is wrong,

you must give for what is right.

Unfortunately for many,

to give, was to die.

When the world stood against them,

they fought in need that was dire.

Now the few that remain remember back,

to when they had an empire.