Esquiline Nine Lives of Rome

I stand alone on guard Upon this ancient wall I see the city's now aflame Rome has raised its final curtain call This world will never be the same The Goths have crested The seventh hill They killed my son and my wife I guard nothing But I'm standing 'Still' Until they come to take my life I do not know What the future yearns Will there be another Rome? And will it last "Till I return To once more call it home And will it make The same mistakes To cause the same collapse To rise again Until it breaks Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps By Jerrius Curtius Minimus