Today's OneWord: Empire

This is what's left of your empire, my liege - this is what's left of your fiefdom. Piles of ash over twenty feet high where your towers once rose like tarantula's legs. Crumbling wastelands of brick and dead stone where you previously held your ceremonies. Your fortress is breaking like cake in my hands as my fingers linger along its walls. Life is impermanent, and so is your reign - accept it, and die like a man.