Fading to Dust

I command an army
Built from blood and sweat
And tears.
I’ve made my Kingdom
From battles and triumphs
And failures.
But from wins and from losses
From work and from pleasure,
Comes dust.
The dust of Kingdom once great
Shattered
By the words upon a page thrust
Into unwilling hands and
Read by unwilling eyes.

And all the world’s a mockery
Laughing and judging
A failed Kingdom
As the walls and armies fall
To pieces upon the ground.
With greedy eyes and hungry hearts
All eyes watch as I,
The porcelain King, falls
Upon a crystal throne
In a castle built of sand
In a Kingdom fading
To Dust.