I die for life and death is fast flown

Atop history’s shelf ancient volumes and tome
Hiding secrets and shames, of gold, grief and bone
Of menace and clone wrecking spoil from high throne
Killing millions with bold wreaked by obsession of own
Grown with demons of greed, stone-wrought cold all alone
Kingdoms crumbled, empires thrown with no mercies shown
Spelling sentences of demise in born fancies short glown
Another casualty honed with but a corpse's stone
All morality blown, acts of a menial drone
From the outside the mighty, but from the inside the crone

For I live to serve and life is fast flown