Downfall

Brick decays, wood has rot
Time takes back what’s lusty got
Dreams built high begin to fall
Wasted sweat of man withal
Rivers rage, man stands amazed
At fury set to wrought and raze
Sand falls free in measuring light
Speeding against inking night
Seeming grandour now grows withered
Against a tempest to be weathered
With courage, valour, and metal true
Stained with mass of blood-red hue
For angels whisper feathered thoughts
Calling men from foreign ports
Who sip warmed honey given them
By whores and wives of wide harem
Where streets are strewn with tainted gold
Earned from countless bodies sold
The sun sets: take heart, and fear not
Brick decays, wood has rot