Long Be His Journey To Death

" Long be his journey to death! ", someone hollered as he dragged his feet into the rising dust hotter than sand; only a defeated and tormented soul would have admitted looking ahead," Much innocent blood I have shed! " Gazing sterner than a warrior or merciless king, he was fearless of what was prophesied by twilight to him in a temple veiled in crimson and white... although he claimed his usurped power with a ring. His palace adorned with ionic, glittering columns of pure gold stripped off Troy's temples...they were carved by the hands of slaves, but their phantoms pitifully stared at him begging for their return to the sun-gilded murals so that they would breath once again. " Alexander the Great is coming from the North with a mighty army, even the stones make away for his conquest as he holds up up his victorious sword... let him in your city, open the gate and obey! " A few days passed, then the young conqueror appeared wearing a shining, silver armor as he gloriously towered over fortified Athens, the city that later will be conquered by mighty Rome, and resuming his gallop, he hailed," Long be his journey to death, let him roam! "