The Fall of Rome
In the closing days of Rome
when the end was drawing near,
There appeared at the cities edge
a noble charioteer.
He gazed down from atop the seven hills
at the city’s crumbling glory,
And let his thoughts drift back in time
to the once magnificent story.
How from this city of power
a mighty army would assemble,
To dispense the Roman way of life
and make the whole world tremble.
But now it seems the world has changed
the name of Rome has jaded,
The power that once belonged to her
has all but completely faded.
And the charioteer holds tight to the reins
to steady up the wheels,
And sits and waits there patiently
For fate to catch him by the heels.
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