Chancing

Heavy gates shut, with a dull thud,
Closing off from the rest of the world,
A silent kingdom, unseen and unheard.
With passing time this empire crumbled.

A lone warrior, weary traversing paths,
Arrived by the closed gates that barr’d,
That nation of which he wished to belong.
He stood by the border beckoning them, unfurl!

For centuries closed, they opened ever slow,
Creaking and groaning reluctant to reveal.
 But a small foothold was all he needed,
He thrust his foot and blast them wide open.

Into this realm through fallen streets he strode,
And sought to rebuild it into his own.