In the dust pearls of yore, wails wrecked dome
Derelict citadel redolent  
Of glory, once revered now ashes –

Lasts ne’er gold throne, when blows wind of change,
Uprooted Byzantine dominion,
Buon frescoes now defaced and rusty.

Touched peak, the sun sank low; reign breathed last, 
Delusive permanence, fugitive  
Fame, unsung tales buried, names begrimed.

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