the fall of my empire
the burning of a past
on life’s great pyre
the rise of my armies
the charge of my confidence
it comes over the hill
and without indifference
i embrace how I feel
decorating my days
with the multi coloured emotions
that never truly fade
i take no prisoners
directed only by my Queen
the rise of my world
from the fall of an empire
James Garratt – Wednesday 5th November 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 