How I Became An Immortal-A Prequel To An Immortal's Tale
It was the Roman times,
A high noble I was,
The city was under a rule of mimes,
Passed to control, were silent laws.
I travelled outside the city walls,
For a really important trade,
And suddenly my chariot stalls,
In front of us was a blockade.
The bandits swarmed over us,
All my companions fled,
So I was captured, thus,
To their place, I was led.
I was out cold,
Woke up in a den,
A lot of things, new and old,
Were stolen by these men.
A pot caught my eye,
"Don't drink or suffer", it said,
So in thirst, what I did, was not so wise,
As from now on, I can't be dead.
I realized this, but too late,
When the bandits attacked, I escaped unharmed,
Succumbed to my fate,
From now on, never could I be harmed.
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