In gilded light where hallowed shadows play, An emperor's jest turned folly to a fight, A careless taunt beneath the royal sway, Awoke the heavens with its blinding bite. The hero stood amidst the whispers' veil, With courage woven deep in soul’s own thread; Yet fate conspired and wove a darker tale— One misstep wrought where angels feared to tread. As laughter rang through marbled halls of might, The skies ignited in a furious roar; What once was peace now spiraled into night, A reckoning upon that opulent floor. So heed the tales of thrones and those who fall— For pride can summon down the sky for all.
