Post by ARSmith ((Wolfeh)) on May 20, 2013 22:23:40 GMT -5
Roman End
From the realm of existence came the Roman,
Who naught but sealed the fate of man
And took from His horse the dainty spear
That pierced and won the land.
No man, said they who opposed,
Should ever hold reign over those with woes
To the foes who filled them with fear,
And in their stead steady their blows.
But what shortcoming would end Them,
Who cut lead and bark and trunk and stem
With cast iron blades as strong as their beer,
With no true home to defend?
Rome, said They, who stood strong with will
With eager gullets to sate their fill
And yet now it was all too clear.
Greed, they said, greed will be their bill.
From the realm of existence came the Roman,
Who naught but sealed the fate of man
And took from His horse the dainty spear
That pierced and won the land.
No man, said they who opposed,
Should ever hold reign over those with woes
To the foes who filled them with fear,
And in their stead steady their blows.
But what shortcoming would end Them,
Who cut lead and bark and trunk and stem
With cast iron blades as strong as their beer,
With no true home to defend?
Rome, said They, who stood strong with will
With eager gullets to sate their fill
And yet now it was all too clear.
Greed, they said, greed will be their bill.
