Sundowning

He salutes the mirror, forgets his name

Signs decrees with trembling hands of blame

Marches ghosts through marble halls

While memory flickers, then it falls

Golden throne, rusted mind

Flags wave for the blind leading the blind

Sundowning—he’s fading fast

Dictates carved in broken glass

Sundowning—truth’s been drowned

In the echo of a hollow crown

He barks orders at the evening news

Sees enemies in his own tattoos

The nation kneels to a fractured king

Whose mind is a puppet on a fraying string

Red lights flash in his empty stare

History rewritten in a rocking chair

He forgets the names, forgets the crimes

But the fists remember every time

March! March!

To the beat of a dying drum

Lie! Lie!

Till the last neuron comes undone

Sundowning—no gods, no grace

Just a tyrant lost in time and space

Sundowning—let the sirens wail

As the empire rots beneath the veil

He fades with the sun, but the damage remains

A legacy etched in blood and chains