It is
My pride and glory,
Created by the courage and confidence
Wisdom instilled in us
Raised by callused, bandaged hands
Against the stars,
A beautiful monument
To kleos.
We fought mightily
Wielding blood-rusted weapons.
We treaded into danger
On the legendary path of Achilles.
Not by luck and chance
But iron determination.
There were, sadly,
No worlds left to conquer
But the heavens above.
Thus I returned with grave heart to my home-
Though what home have I but the battlefield?
Now as I lay on my deathbed,
Who will rule my triumphs…?
My kingdom--
My empire--
My world…
Goes to the strongest.