by Nikholas Svajlenka As the sun rises in the west,
There is an ancient city that sits on the Tiber. A city that has lasted for ages long gone Starting as a kingdom led by a brother that murdered his own. Yet as the kingdom fell, the sun began to reach the middle of the sky. As it did, a Republic was no more. Their name became the feared rulers of the world For their banners spanned from Scotland to Sudan From Spain to Iran, they ruled alone. But as the sun began drifting to falling in the east, Nero fiddled as his city burned. Their banners fueled flames that torched everything away, Burning a split between East and West. And as the sun finally falls in the east, No more were they unified nor were they anymore. As Rome was left to the sands of time. As the sun rises in the west, An island nobody assumed turned into the home of a man for the ages. He soon rose in the ranks of a revolutionary council Tired of a king that knew nothing of how to rule. When the sun reached the middle of the sky, A fatal blade fell on the kingdom of old, slicing off the snake’s head. Incompetence replaced incompetence for nothing changed except fear Only for the incompetence by a man from the dirt. He began to start his conquest for the world, similar to the Empire of old But once the sun started to fall in the east, his heart was struck. Jackals of Empires he once fought started swarming his faltering body. And as the sun finally falls in the east, No more was there the French Empire. As Napoleon spent his days isolated, dethroned from his creation. As the sun rises in the west, There lies a Union that overthrew an incompetent Empire. Slaying a family that was guilty only for their association War was soon to follow as their leader promised a bright future. 1923 was when his ideas could finally come to light, A slow rise of the sun to the center of the sky. His death was met with a slower increase of freedoms, As a state of terror ruled over their lands. But as the replacement tyrant finally met his end Their land was met with a sun shining in the center of their sky. Money was made while people started to enjoy themselves No more did they worry for they had to care little. Until an era of reforms came upon them with their last leader, Then did the sun finally begin to lower towards the east. People that once never had a state of their own created it from a collapsing land. Once the sun set on their nation, the banner was lowered, For their final effort was scattered to the sands of time. As the Soviet Union was no more, Destroyed by those who wished for a new era. Comments are closed.
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Alejandra Jones Senior Editors: Sariah Meeker Lee McCormack (fall) Artistic Editor: Bryson I. White (senior) Instagram Editor: Rania Brown (senior) Editors & Staff: Sophia George Blase Harriss Meaghan Kelly Chloe Meeker Adrian McCall Liliana Palermo Estefania Quintino(spring) Katelyn Ranheim Maria Rodriguez (spring) Mario Rodriguez (spring) Livia Weekley Spring 2024 Table of ContentsArtworkPoetryFictionFall 2023 Table of ContentsArtwork~"Jellies" by William Lemaster
~"Mini Landscape" by Richard Bui ~"Leesville Lion" by Bryson White ~"Zuzus bday 4 skool" by Rose Van den Troost ~"A Study in Winter" by Chloe Meeker ~"Les Plaines Liminales et Étranges" by Bryson White ~"Night Sky" by Richard Bui ~"Sunrise" by Elizabeth Cawley Fiction~"Retribution Through Strife" by Nikholas Svajlenka
~"To a New Frontier" by Nikholas Svajlenka ~The Storm's Echo" by Meaghan Kelly ~"Lines" by Meaghan Kelly Poetry~"Sailor" by Caitlyn Kiefer
~"Walk-on" by Caitlyn Kiefer ~"Connection" by Riley Butler ~"The Sun Rises in the West for it Falls in The East on Many" by Nikholas Svajlenka ~"What if" by Sariah Meeker ~"Dark Cold Alone" by Jeanne Baker ~"Deceiving Heart" by Jayana Russell ~"The Life of a Wave" by Sophia George ~"The Melting Snow" by Sophia George |