Unity was it?s last cry to greatness,

It?s last faint breath,

From an empty shell that once housed

More than one heart within it?s walls.



The men signed their lives away to the cry of

Unity.



The society was all but dissolved,

Gone except for the ink that lay on the pages,

Screaming names of patrons,

one last time,



The pages of the ledger read truth

They showed decline.



The very ink that once bound,

Then ended with a solitary idea,

Unity.