Le jugement tombe sur chaque couronne
 

What I once held as celebrated truth
I now recognize as the vice of youth.
In an infinite moment separated by synapse
I choke on the answer to a question I never asked.
These circuits were never meant to carry such a current,
And when the breakers blow I am left with a single image:
A collapsing smile in the absence of light.

Where were you when Jericho fell,
When Sodom burned and Egypt wept?
I was here all along,
A whisper crushed between folded hands.

Behold, mighty king,
Your alabaster pillars crumbling.
Harken, O lord,
To the thunder of the dead.
Despair, your majesty,
As the black ocean swells,
Swallowing your palace and your heaven and your hell.

It would sound better if it was just your heaven, your hell.

But it is way more cliche that way.

the extra 'and' is necessary for the meter.

I hate bringing up old pieces, but this is the bomb. I love this piece. Props EATS.

the first poem ive read on here that ive actually enjoyed:) it was great

I think it's good but I think it could flow better

Giving a piece written in English a French title is pretty pretentious, it's also starting to become cliche. I've seen it done several times before.

Ah, yeah. I used to do them in Latin.